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Rooney was a fan of the cold. Unless it was cold to the point that his gloves needed gloves and his hat needed a triple layer. He still had no idea what he felt about both of these subjects combined.. Muggle Studies and Potions had very little in common, unless you considered a medicinal view or perfumes. Right? He didn't know what this was going to be about, but...he knew that he wasn't the biggest fan of creating fires by themselves. Were the Professors aware that some of these students were only 11 and matches were definitely not the best thing to be giving to them. Were they really able to supervise all of them at one time? Surely not.
One of them had a lesson on drawing and even let people leave if they didn't want to draw and the other had let Rooney make an absolute fool of himself with that love potion. And for some reason... Professor Stewart seemed to be everywhere that Rooney was. Anything that happened and she was there. All meetings and she was there. She either really enjoyed people knowing who she was or...she was nosy as a brown noser.
Whatever, though. He was too cold to not make a fire and he had plenty of practice with it after camp that summer. PLUS...he was an excellent whittler, so he didn't even need the matches, but matches were the task. So he'd use them. Sigh. The Ravenclaw gathered his wood together into an appropriate shape, crossing some over to stack and shoved a few smaller shavings inside and around the perimeter. Kindling was good for the soul. So was oxygen. Hence the gaps between his wood pieces. A correct strike of the match and his little fire was on it's way.
BURN BABY BURN.
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