 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Rooney had taken himself quietly to a corner of the room to practice, because he was aware it was a difficult spell and didn't want to be around apples going up into the air and potentially smacking him square on the head and causing more of a thing than had already happened today. He took his apple to his hand, gave it a little grip and tossed it into the air a few tester times. Mainly so he could catch it and remember that he was good at something. The catching. The easy part. He was good at the easy part.
Either way, apple in his hand.. he gave a bitter mutter about it needing to be good to him or he'd eat it and it would cease to exist anymore. THEN he'd have the upper hand core hand. Apple puns took the pips, really. Circling his wand above the apple, he spoke the incantation C-L-E-A-R-L-Y three times, connecting each circle on the last syllable each time. "Derivo Gravitatem... Derivo Gravitatem.... Derivo Gravitatem...?" And now he was just supposed to throw his apple up in the air and things would be all good? They seemed to be all good for the younger students, apparently!
Apple up...?
APPLE DOWN. APPLE DOWN. RED ALERT. APPLE DOOOOOOOOOOWN. Luckily not splattered anywhere. But his determination only drove him to pick it up and try again. And again. And again. It was infuriating to be given a spell that he couldn't get right for the life of him and then to see second years going ahead and getting it was a kick in his hungry stomach. This was unfair. Sixteenth try was the charm, right? No. No it wasn't. So Rooney gave up and sat down on the floor, biting into his apple.
"NOT. WORKING." This was an Astronomy class and he just wanted to eat the bloody apple and be fantastic at spells, okay?
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