01-04-2016, 12:31 AM
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Banshee
Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham
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Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year | Rooney & rain & mention of Thornton Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB SPOILER!!: MOSTLY Shan Quote:
Originally Posted by Shanners Rooney had taken back to looking at the sorting when a surname peaked his interest. Kettleburn? Someone related to Miss Charlotte? The person that could answer his question immediately was a few seats down and so Rooney tried to flag his attention. "DaaVIEEEEEEEEE." Yes, cooooeeeeee. Here, please. "Callum Kettleburn? Miss Charlotte's brother? What is he like? Why isn't she pretending to be a Ravenclaw anymore?" Answers ASAP, Truebridge.
ANSWERS.
A boys love life rested on it. Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie ....
It took a few moments, but soon the clear starry sky displayed clouded over with thick black clouds. Crashing together, tiny jolts of lightning shot from the ceiling (but coming NO WHERE near any students) and the rumble of enchanted thunder seeming caused the Great Hall to shake. And then...came the rain. The steady unpleasant fall of cold rain upon the entire Great Hall. Quote:
Originally Posted by Shanners Standing on the table, Rooney was one of the first to get hit with the weather change and HE FELT GLORIOUS. Always one to take a situation to the furthest point of creative inspiration, he cleared the table of food with his feet, tossed his notebook (GOODBYE SWEET NOTES, WE'LL MISS YOU) into the crowd of rowdy students and tapped his feet. Tappedy, tap, tap. Oh, this was just too good to pass up. Stepping forward and each little hum, he kicked food to the left and to the right, looking up every so often and getting rain on his face. Oh, what a beauty.
Oh, what a thrill.
Positive that the table was elegant and clear enough to be used as a stage, Roo choreographed out his wonderful tap routine and sang as loud as he could. [b]"I'm sinnnnging in the rAAAAIIIIIIIIIIN, just siIIIIIINNNNGIIIINNNGGG in the raIIIIIIIIIN..." Oh, performing... It was a beautiful feeling, his heart was all warm even in all of this rain. "What a glooooOOORRRRIOUUUUS feeeeling, I'm hAAAPPPPY AGAIIIIIIIIIIIN..." His volume picked up after a little moment, you know...considering as no one at school really knew that he was that type of actor and he took the part of the song that REALLY was like his life right now, and BELTED it, feet tap tap tapping, bum wiggling in time and everything falling perfectly into place. "I'm lauuuuUUUuuughing at clouds so darRRRRRRRRRRk up aboOooOOOOOOooove.... The sun's in my hearRRRRrrrt aaaand I'm reaaAAAAAAAady for love..."
His audience were so welcome. First there were peas in his book, and now mashed potatoes on his neck.... As he calmly wiped them off, David began to regret how good he was at being on time to everything. If he'd been late to the feast, he would have gotten a poor seat, not at all in the center of the table near the new prefects and the flying food and the people ducking under the table.
He was going to stay right where he was though. He was going to behave and keep reading, and when alllllll the Professors noticed that some IDIOT was throwing food, he was going to look like a perfect student, just sitting there and readi----
"Eeeeek!" David let out a small exclamation of surprise as the all-too-real sound of thunder came rolling in from... from above? As the first few raindrops splattered onto his book, the curious second-year looked up at the sky and hastily slammed the pages shut in protection. He'd never seen the Great Hall do this before. Never ever. Huh. Davie continued watching the rain even as his glasses began to get wet. It was only now that he realized Rooney was trying to talk to him, and so he turned to his friend, but it was too late to talk because Rooney was up on the table and singing in the rain? Eh? He wasn't familiar with the song, but he gave him a quick thumbs up of support and then picked up his friend's tossed-aside journal, as well as his own book, and scrambled under the table.
Well. This was certainly a different start for Hogwarts.
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