 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Well..that was one way to stop Professor Marchand in his tracks. With a grin and a wink, Roopunzel had gone to sit down properly leaving the man to think about all of the effort that had gone into this outfit and if he asked...Rooney would tell him that it wasn't just for this class. Because surely, everyone knew that his costume week was done for Halloween every year since his first year and sometimes even through the boring months of the year. Once upon a time, he too had dressed as Elphaba, but he thought that Olivia had it down to the capital T in Trott.
He had noted the reactions of other students in his short walk to sit because the green witch, taking out a notebook (of course wrapped in a purple film with the yellow sun embossed into it) he wrote those very reactions down and the name of a certain Hufflepuff staring over at him. Actually, Roopunzel went as far as to smile and wave in Derfael's direction. Hellloooooo little sweetpea! Eyes back to his love now, Roo grinned wide. "I'll let you use my magic hair if you show me your spell book, Miss Trott." It was completely a fair trade, right? Or was it just him that thought that?
Professor Marchand was addressing them now and starting the class and so Roopunzel set up his desk, frying pan included. Frying pan to the left, wand to the middle and notebook on the right. Perfect. Oooooh apples! Roopunzel SQUEALED and applauded for the Pirate at the head of the classroom and taking complete control of everything going on in here. How wonderful of him. Bravo, brava!
Roo placed both of the apples on his desk onto the frying pan so he could observe them completely side by side and have full rotation easily using it -- note to self: consider carrying frying pan around on a daily basis. Neither one stood out to him to look significantly different, but that was the good thing about this, right? That they were SUPPOSED to look the same. The intention was for everything to be the same with them, yes? Otherwise what was the point of them trying to pick the apples apart to discover which was which. "Sir Pirate?" His hand went up in the air, fingers wiggling and gold nail polish showing for the first time properly. "I'm sure you'll accept my inability to bite these apples with that kind heart of yours." Perhaps it was the rugged look. Perhaps Roopunzel had a heart flutter for this Professor in particular. "I wouldn't want a repeat of Snow White and her poisoned apple, I much want to see the lights this year from my tower." HAH. Rooney lived in a tower, too!
Those very golden tipped fingers felt across the skin of the apples and then smelt them. Ah, the one on the right had an almost...artificial apple scent. Only slightly, an after-smell if anything. He wondered if it would have an aftertaste, too. Just something to think about, because he wasn't going to be taking a bite out of the apples. If something was to happen, then it certainly wouldn't be true to his Roopunzel narrative. Further inspection was definitely needed, and that was why the Head Boy was now juggling with the apples at his desk. One had an easier bounce, but the other followed the perfect curve for this activity. Hmm....
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