 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Rooney was in a fresh mind about DADA this year and about duelling, actually. He wanted to actually try his hand at it and stop letting his feelings affect his judgement and also to not make girls cry at any point. That was his main aim. Now, whether it was going to be a thing that happened or not..he had no idea. So he was fresh and ready for class, hair swept back and satchel heavy with textbooks to reference in debate. His first port of call was giving Miss Olivia a head cuddle and maybe a sneaky kiss of the cheek. That wouldn't make her cry, so he could do it! And it was sneaky enough that hopefully no one had seen it. "Love of my stage life.." But that was all he had for her. Fleeting attention, because he was entranced by what was happening at the front of the classroom.
His Head of House and.... oh. Helllllllooo. Who was thisssss? Rooney decided immediately that he was going to make this clay into some sort of model of this new friend of the class. Reason to bog. Reason to have a goooood old butchers at him.
And also look at Liv, because he'd strategically sat himself n the table behind her, the seat beside him vacant.
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