 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
This was all so confusing. Rooney just wanted to know what was happening, but Penelope was repeating herself over and over and apparently needed tea so badly in a crisis like this. "Miss Penelope, please.." This couldn't be really happening, right? In a moment, he was going to wake up, he was sure of it. But Rooney still looked between his Head of House and the Head Girl, expecting one of them to have an answer. He was fourteen, and had little experience compared to them both. They had to know what was going on.
"Has she eaten anything? Was she eating when you got here, Miss Penelope?" Or had she just been trashing the dorms? "Maybe she's hit her he--ohmy." He spotted the garment in the cat's mouth before Penelope did, and he raised a hand to cover his eyes out of courteous behaviour. His mother worked in fashion. His aunt was a model. Rooney Bronwyn knew that piece of clothing. And he could not be looking.
So he turned away and crouched again by the young Ravenclaw, gently checking her hair for blood.
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