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Angelo Toussaint... Angelo was close to 'angel' and part of Roo wanted to point out how incredibly angel like he looked in some lighting. Had Liv seen him paying this much attention to their class guest? He hoped not. He'd have a hard time distracting her from that from here. Especially as she was sitting with another Ravenclaw -- which actually might have upset him, had it been a male. But Bloom was alright. Quiet, from what Rooney had noticed before now, but that was expected when their house did have a handful of big characters.
She'd come into her own. And maybe he'd track her down in the common room later to chat. See how she was getting on. She looked like she was a good egg.
There was very little recognition that he was listening to what was being said, as he was very engrossed in his clay activity, but he was listening actively. Notes weren't his priority, as he was just accepting everything said right now as golden truth. He'd question it all later and bring it up to his Head of House should he need to. His clay model had to be PERFECT. And he may have also been working on adding wings to the model of angel Angelo Toussaint. Had anyone ever told the guy that he had one of those voices that could be listened to for a long time?
And had anyone ever told him that talking about the Dark Arts in that voice was utterly butterly and that he could tell Rooney right now to take a long walk off a short pier and he would. Told ya. Angel. Although Rooney didn't pick up everything he said, he looked like he was hanging off his every word. Needed to get certain on facial features before he tried to put them together out of this clay. Or maybe he'd get so distracted that the model wouldn't have any face and the focus would be on the beautiful wings that Rooney was currently using the ridges on the plastic knife to look feathery. Tool utilisation was a talent of his.
Talking was a talent of Angelo Toussaint's. Boy oh boy could he talk for a long time.
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A dark practitioner?! Why did that sound so...so...wow. Rooney's interest was peaked just slightly and he stopped working the knife enough to actually listen in on what was happening. His model could wait. His thoughts about Angelo's soul could not. He truly was not worried about it. Yikes oh yikes. Was Liv looking his way yet? Had she heard the loud sigh he made as he settled his chin into his palm to listen in properly? He could explain it. A good stretch. A..well, he'd cross that bridge should he come to it. As soon as there was chance for them to offer ideas, his hand went up in the air quicker than it ever had in the castle and he waved it a little alongside a few clearings of the throat.
COOOO-EEEEEEEEEEEEE OVAH HERE, ANGELFACE.
"Capability? I doubt a cutesy bunny rabbit could do any of what you were talking about. But -- I suppose it could be understanding? Being aware of what you're doing in a sense of what the spell will do? I don't know. I feel like it should be along those lines. If not, I think there should be a fifth element." Rooney grinned, brushed his blonde hair back in a ruffle and leaned back into his hand. "However, whatever you say is golden truth and I'll be happy to stay with that."
And for good measure, he added. WITH FLOURISH. "And there is no such word as 'aint', Tenacius Salander." Perhaps elocution lessons should be next on that boys timetable. All that hair was clearly rooting in and destroying the few brain cells he already had.
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