 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
With exams over and nothing that he could do about them now, Rooney was calm enough to handle the feast. This year, he wasn't really saying goodbye to anyone he was completely close with, just other students that he thought would do well and in some senses admired. But no proper friends, really. He cast a glance over at the Gryffindor table for his girlfriend, smile laden on his face when he caught sight of the blonde. And another blonde going by the name of Miss Charlotte Kettleburn. Either way, the former was his girl and the latter wasn't, and surprisingly hadn't really ever been despite his best efforts.
He was fast approaching sixteen and still the proud owner of his Prefect badge, for now. Hirsch was probably ready as ever to take it away from him at first chance seeing as he had walked out of his class at the beginning of the year.
Rooney passed a small group, some Ravenclaws and some not, and stopped for a moment to speak to them quietly. "Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people." And that was all he'd give them for that. It did nothing for them to be gossiping about the educational fate of a peer, or ex-peer..or whatever it was now. Rooney had very little time of day for Daxton Prince, never had and probably never would after the things he had been made aware of, but he wasn't just going to outright discuss personal matters in public.
This was the problem with students having free range of tables at feasts. Buddy up in your free time, not at an evening of house spirit.
Besides, he bet none of these wanted to be around when he set off what he had hidden under the tables. Time for the speech yet??
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