 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
The noise coming from the Great Hall was fifty shades louder than Rooney had ever heard it and he was slightly taken back when he stepped in. The noise was different and he'd never seen the hall with this many people in. It was...wow. This was what his life would be like after graduation. The crowds, the loud, the fans. Or so he hoped. Another dream, you know. The Head Boy headed for his own house table just in time to hear Hadley Denaker say she wanted to be picked and couldn't help but scoff behind her. "I'll be rooting for the other school if you're one of our participants, Hadley." Honestly.
But that was what this school was all about. Rewarding the annoying. There was a reason that someone was Head Girl last year and it had to have been that.
Whatever.
Since his talk with Mason, Rooney had talked himself out of the idea of being one of the participants for Hogwarts seeing as there were just so many students. No doubt before the end of the year, everyone would be bored of the American students because this hype would wear off (it always did) and they'd be more than ready for all of the participants to shut up about it and go back to being nobodies next year. He just hoped that this didn't make them think they were above student leaders, who had earned their positions and weren't going to be plucked from a hippogriff's backside. Or however this was going to be decided.
Why couldn't he just go catch up with Moxley though? Why had Headmistress Hawthorne looked like she was going to serve Bronwyn bolognese at this feast if he carried on hugging one of his role models? Man, it was hard enough trying to find out more information about the current Hogwarts Headmistress without her being completely elusive about her life and a poker-faced plimpy. These American students were going to have to give up all of their knowledge on her. And quick. New goal: to make Hawthorne at least smile in his presence. Just once.
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