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Located to the right of the main common room gathering area is the fabled Ravenclaw study tables and library. The study tables are a small group of dark wooden tables with matching chairs standing on a dark navy carpet decorated with a flying eagle. The study area, unlike the noisier common room gathering area, invokes a sense of calm, serenity, and peace of mind into those who come here to write an essay or work on some spell work. If you are in a bind, why not ask a fellow sharp-witted Ravenclaw for help?
Good luck with your studies young eagles! Remember that this is supposed to be a studious and calm area.
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Yes there were loads of extra quills at this area of the common room, but Tia was determined to use them as inspiration for her non-verbal casting. She'd taken her transfigured quill from the art nook and cast "finite," to turn it back into its paintbrush form and then set it on the study table. She could do this. She was a smart and capable witch.
Focus.
Paintbrush to quill.
Pointing her wand, she flicked it to the right, she thought the incantation, "Scribblifors, Scribblifors," and waited expectantly.
But instead of what should have happened, it seemed she had created a hybrid paintbrush. That is, it had the brush of a paintbrush but its handle was replaced with the feathery end of a quill. It actually looked kind of neat and made Tia smile, even if it wasn't fully a quill. Perhaps she could market it and make loads of galleons off of it? Or probably not because it was an accident and likely wouldn't last forever and there was only one, making it highly unlikely to accomplish a mistake like this again ...
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As if Moxley didn't already know, Soph was gonna VERY enthusiastically let the woman know how much the Head Girl loved her. Aside from the fact that Moxley was absolutely the complete package of all things good in the world, she had ALL the best ideas for her class, too. She made Muggle Studies SO MUCH FUN and honestly, Soph was gonna miss her class more than she ever expected to miss Muggle Studies when she graduated in a few months. Moxley was the BEST. So much so that today's Muggle Studies homework didn't ever feel like homework, that's how cool the professor was. They were being encouraged to dress up and have a TEA PARTY. An imaginary sort of one, at that, which was fun in its own way. Though... Sophie Brown was always game for food, didn't Moxley know? So... would the professor be upset if she sneaked some real proper food to her pretend tea party?
What Moxley didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right?
If it wasn't already apparent by her elated expression that Soph was SUPER pumped for this, her set-up of the study tables off to the side in the common room was elaborate and grand to show that. She had transfigured one of her blankets into a nice, elegant tablecloth and had laid out her own tea set on the table very impressively.
What? Tea parties weren't a rare thing in Sophie Brown's life. Especially on birthdays.
The table was completed with a vase as a centerpiece, devoid of any flowers because they were supposed to be IMAGINARY, right? That meant they could just use their imaginations and Rooney would be able to envision the prettiest bouquet of flowers he could ever imagine.
Rooney, her guest of honor.
While she could have done this with Zander, she and Zander would both be graduating soon and could spend loads of time together. Rooney, on the other hand, she would only see during the summers and Hogsmeade visits. And maybe a few other times kind of sort of, hence the wrapped gift she had seated upon the chair Rooney would sit in. She was very, VERY excited about presenting it to him, and she was certain that he was going to love this whole thing. She'd even set up a table nearby with REAL tea party tea and sweets nearby in case they wanted to sneak some real food.
With everything all set and ready to go, Soph smoothed down her dress as she paced near the table and checked the time - Rooney would be showing up very soon, assuming he didn't miss the note on his bed this morning inviting him to have a Muggle Studies tea party with her this afternoon. He wouldn't stand her up, would he?
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Rooney's entire life in the last hour had revolved around finding the perfect card for Miss Sophie Brown so that he at least had something to give her for inviting him to this little tea party. He was already so wonderfully in amazement of her that this was sure to increase that by sixty-five trillion percent. And that probably was the minimum requirement for her for even thinking of him. So no doubt, he was going to be thinking about her every second of every minute of every hour in the days, weeks, months and years to come. Wow, tea parties were just... They were just... Well, they were just so great.. SO GREAT.
After he decided that he couldn't at all find a card in his trunk that he approved of, he set about decorating one himself. He went against his typical way of drawing the two of them, and settled on just drawing two little birds. He didn't need to frighten her off with his stick people having different length arms and strange leg lines. Birds, he was good at. The birds were sat on a branch and one was offering the other a worm. It was DEFINITELY clear that he was one one offering the worm, because he was the one wearing the bow tie like the bird.
...Unless Miss Sophie Brown was wearing one too.
If so, he was probably going to pass out and then propose as soon as he woke up. Could you say "meant to be"?!
He knew it would take him 37 seconds to get from his dorm to the common room if he walked calmly and didn't throw himself onto the floor or out of a window from nerves or excitement. So, at 40 seconds to the time Miss Sophie Brown (Head Girl of Hogwarts) had said to join her, he had left his dorm and was heading downstairs, each step coming with a letter of the alphabet to keep him calm. AND THEN HE WAS THERE. THEN HE WAS THERE AND COULD SEE ALL THE WONDERFUL AND SUNSHINE THAT WAS MISS SOPHIE BROWN, HEAD GIRL OF HOGWARTS. Oh, wow..... Cosette had nothing on her. Fantine had nothing on her. Glinda had nothing on her. Elphaba had nothing on her. NOBODY had nothing on her. Oh, golly......
He coughed away his nerves (or tried to), and in turn announced his arrival alongside a coy smile and a rushed gifting of the car and then made sure to pull every ounce of imagination from his brain that he could. "Why, Miss Sophie Brown, I've never seen a bouquet full of such beauty and colours and wonderment." He would pretend he was talking about the flowers. In actuality, he was talking about her and her nice dress and her nice everything.
Did Rooney know that he was the most dapper young man of all time? Because he absolutely was. Sweet Merlin. And he had a card for her? Adorable. She took it gratefully, offering him her thanks and a huge grin, but she wasn't going to open it... just yet. Unless he wanted her to. Did he want her to? In case it was a big long personal letter, she was gonna wait until he urged her to crack the card open.
Was he sick, though? Soph smiled despite her concern over his coughing and pulled the boy in for a hug, laughing softly at his comment about the flowers that weren't there. "They're lovely, aren't they?" she played along, releasing him from the hug before gesturing to HIS seat, where the package currently resided before moving toward her own chair. "Just so y'know, I know we're not supposed to have real food 'n tea 'n stuff, but if y'do want nourishment, I've got snacks 'n proper tea for us. Y'know, just in case." She gestured subtly over to the table next to them for him to SEE that she'd gotten all that light tea party food for him, but for the purposes of the assignment, they were gonna at least ATTEMPT to do this right. Mostly. Probably.
"You look very charming and handsome, by the way," she curtsied in his direction before taking her seat, and offered a sly sort of smile before adding, "Oh, and I got you something. Just... because." She nodded her head toward the boy's chair and looked far too pleased with herself. The mirror inside would keep them connected no matter how far away they were from each other, as she had the other one in the pair, which would be especially useful if he ever needed a pep talk after she graduated.
Or who knew? Maybe Soph would miss this little ball of sunshine a whole lot and want his company, too. But who wouldn't, really? He was everything.
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Did Rooney know that he was the most dapper young man of all time? Because he absolutely was. Sweet Merlin. And he had a card for her? Adorable. She took it gratefully, offering him her thanks and a huge grin, but she wasn't going to open it... just yet. Unless he wanted her to. Did he want her to? In case it was a big long personal letter, she was gonna wait until he urged her to crack the card open.
Was he sick, though? Soph smiled despite her concern over his coughing and pulled the boy in for a hug, laughing softly at his comment about the flowers that weren't there. "They're lovely, aren't they?" she played along, releasing him from the hug before gesturing to HIS seat, where the package currently resided before moving toward her own chair. "Just so y'know, I know we're not supposed to have real food 'n tea 'n stuff, but if y'do want nourishment, I've got snacks 'n proper tea for us. Y'know, just in case." She gestured subtly over to the table next to them for him to SEE that she'd gotten all that light tea party food for him, but for the purposes of the assignment, they were gonna at least ATTEMPT to do this right. Mostly. Probably.
"You look very charming and handsome, by the way," she curtsied in his direction before taking her seat, and offered a sly sort of smile before adding, "Oh, and I got you something. Just... because." She nodded her head toward the boy's chair and looked far too pleased with herself. The mirror inside would keep them connected no matter how far away they were from each other, as she had the other one in the pair, which would be especially useful if he ever needed a pep talk after she graduated.
Or who knew? Maybe Soph would miss this little ball of sunshine a whole lot and want his company, too. But who wouldn't, really? He was everything.
Roo smiled wide, his nerves easing off immediately at the sight of Miss Sophie's smile and the hug she quickly turfed him in for. She was so kind, wasn't she? Hugging the lone boy with a new lease of affection for her. "Ever so pretty. I love the duo-coloured ones in the centre." He nodded, pointing them out and hoping to paint a better picture of the flowers he was imagining at their table. He thought that this was just wonderful, using his imagination around the girl he liked. Imagination was one of his strongest things, something he loved beyond belief and so he would be the brains behind this operation, given that Miss Sophie Brown had already set out the table so nicely.
He was about to go to his own chair, but as soon as she moved for hers, he hurried along beside her and got their first, pulling it out as she sat down. It wasn't the greatest gesture, and he was sure he was supposed to tuck her under the table, but that would be hard to do as chair moving when the chair was occupied was an issue. Instead he kissed her cheek and went back to his own chair, about to sit down when he noticed the box occupying it. Rooney picked it up and gave it a once-over as he sat down. "For me?" She hadn't had to get him a present. This was homework, wasn't it? Unless...unless this wasn't homework to her, and it was something more? A date, perhaps? Was this her promise to wait for him? Had she separated from her annoying and egotistical Gryffindor boyfriend?
He didn't want to break her heart, but he had been occupied by his own Gryffindor and he would tell her if she so needed him to.
With an intense grin, he shook his head. "I don't need real food, Miss Sophie." This was a tea party, and Brinlee was a fan of them, so he was very capable of getting this right. "But you look very pretty today, Miss Sophie. I like your dress lots." That was incredibly true, and she had confirmed that the gift was for him so he tore into it almost like it was Christmas or his birthday. Gifts were wonderful.
Roo smiled wide, his nerves easing off immediately at the sight of Miss Sophie's smile and the hug she quickly turfed him in for. She was so kind, wasn't she? Hugging the lone boy with a new lease of affection for her. "Ever so pretty. I love the duo-coloured ones in the centre." He nodded, pointing them out and hoping to paint a better picture of the flowers he was imagining at their table. He thought that this was just wonderful, using his imagination around the girl he liked. Imagination was one of his strongest things, something he loved beyond belief and so he would be the brains behind this operation, given that Miss Sophie Brown had already set out the table so nicely.
He was about to go to his own chair, but as soon as she moved for hers, he hurried along beside her and got their first, pulling it out as she sat down. It wasn't the greatest gesture, and he was sure he was supposed to tuck her under the table, but that would be hard to do as chair moving when the chair was occupied was an issue. Instead he kissed her cheek and went back to his own chair, about to sit down when he noticed the box occupying it. Rooney picked it up and gave it a once-over as he sat down. "For me?" She hadn't had to get him a present. This was homework, wasn't it? Unless...unless this wasn't homework to her, and it was something more? A date, perhaps? Was this her promise to wait for him? Had she separated from her annoying and egotistical Gryffindor boyfriend?
He didn't want to break her heart, but he had been occupied by his own Gryffindor and he would tell her if she so needed him to.
With an intense grin, he shook his head. "I don't need real food, Miss Sophie." This was a tea party, and Brinlee was a fan of them, so he was very capable of getting this right. "But you look very pretty today, Miss Sophie. I like your dress lots." That was incredibly true, and she had confirmed that the gift was for him so he tore into it almost like it was Christmas or his birthday. Gifts were wonderful.
When Rooney moved to help her into her chair, Soph couldn't help but giggle lightly at his kindness. He was a perfect little gentleman and he was only what, twelve? Thirteen? Kid was adorable, that's all she knew, and the kiss on her cheek may or may not have made her cheeks flush crimson ever-so subtly.
She hadn't been expecting that, but it made her feel special. If Rooney felt comfortable enough with her to kiss her cheek in such a sweet manner, she must have been doing something right in this friendship. Good to know the kid trusted her and loved her just the way she did - like siblings. He was an adorable little brother to her, and she was gonna keep him around forever and be the best pseudo big sister and role model to him he could have ever wanted.
Well. Besides Elodie.
At the compliment, she shook her head and laughed, "Thanks, Roo." So sweet. And for him? "Yes, for you," she replied elatedly as she began to pour imaginary tea for Rooney first, then for herself, her smile going all the way up to her eyes as she watched him tear into the present out of the corner of her eye. Surely he'd know what it was meant for the moment he saw it, right? But if not... "I have the matching one."
She sipped her non-existent tea and tried to hide her beaming delight behind her teacup.
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When Rooney moved to help her into her chair, Soph couldn't help but giggle lightly at his kindness. He was a perfect little gentleman and he was only what, twelve? Thirteen? Kid was adorable, that's all she knew, and the kiss on her cheek may or may not have made her cheeks flush crimson ever-so subtly.
She hadn't been expecting that, but it made her feel special. If Rooney felt comfortable enough with her to kiss her cheek in such a sweet manner, she must have been doing something right in this friendship. Good to know the kid trusted her and loved her just the way she did - like siblings. He was an adorable little brother to her, and she was gonna keep him around forever and be the best pseudo big sister and role model to him he could have ever wanted.
Well. Besides Elodie.
At the compliment, she shook her head and laughed, "Thanks, Roo." So sweet. And for him? "Yes, for you," she replied elatedly as she began to pour imaginary tea for Rooney first, then for herself, her smile going all the way up to her eyes as she watched him tear into the present out of the corner of her eye. Surely he'd know what it was meant for the moment he saw it, right? But if not... "I have the matching one."
She sipped her non-existent tea and tried to hide her beaming delight behind her teacup.
Rooney grinned as he continued to open the present, taking the mirror into his hands and looking at all of the intricate details on it. "Miss Sophie.... it's beautiful... I..." He smiled some more when he looked toward her, holding the mirror to his chest and just taking in the sentiment of this gift and the thought that went into it. "I love it." Like he loved liked her. Probably the mirror more, though, because it was something for them. Between them. Something that he could rely on when she wasn't here, which was something he had previously been so distraught about.
And this meant that she wanted him in her life after she graduated. Which was the BEST.
He placed the mirror back into the box carefully and set that aside with a smile. "Thank you. It's the greatest." It really was, this was probably his favourite gift in the length of forever. Even better than his signed original Broadway script of Les Mis. Rooney took his cup and pretended to sip the tea that was not really in his cup and made it SO real, to the point that he EVEN swallowed. "SO. What food have you got for us, Miss Sophie?" Y'know? The imaginary food. He wanted to be PERFECT at this. And he wanted to get to the part of this tea party where they sang songs and played games.
Rooney grinned as he continued to open the present, taking the mirror into his hands and looking at all of the intricate details on it. "Miss Sophie.... it's beautiful... I..." He smiled some more when he looked toward her, holding the mirror to his chest and just taking in the sentiment of this gift and the thought that went into it. "I love it." Like he loved liked her. Probably the mirror more, though, because it was something for them. Between them. Something that he could rely on when she wasn't here, which was something he had previously been so distraught about.
And this meant that she wanted him in her life after she graduated. Which was the BEST.
He placed the mirror back into the box carefully and set that aside with a smile. "Thank you. It's the greatest." It really was, this was probably his favourite gift in the length of forever. Even better than his signed original Broadway script of Les Mis. Rooney took his cup and pretended to sip the tea that was not really in his cup and made it SO real, to the point that he EVEN swallowed. "SO. What food have you got for us, Miss Sophie?" Y'know? The imaginary food. He wanted to be PERFECT at this. And he wanted to get to the part of this tea party where they sang songs and played games.
It was BEAUTIFUL, he said! So he DID like it! Beaming quite proudly at his struggle to find words, Soph sipped at her pretend tea again and couldn't quite hide the elated smile that had settled itself upon her lips. He LOVED it, even!
"I'm really, really glad. I thought it'd be nice so we can, y'know, keep in touch 'n stuff. Either when we're in opposite sides of the school or if y'need someone to talk to at four in the morning or after I've graduated. I always wanna be able to keep in touch with you 'n be here for you, 'kay? You can always count on me. I'll keep mine in my bag that I always have with me so I'll always be available." And if she didn't reply, it was 'cause she was dead or something, probably.
But Merlin. She had quite the collection of two-way mirrors now. She needed to start labeling them.
He didn't need to thank her, honestly, but she smiled and gave him a nod in reply, "Just like you." The greatest, JUST LIKE HIM. The sweeeet, sweet little baby angel.
What foods? OH YES. FOOD. "Well, we've got the finest selection of finger foods here." Ahem. "There's little sandwiches on this plate here," Roo could imagine them being whatever kind he liked, "and tea cakes here, and assorted pastries here, and biscuits here, and I dunno what this plate is, actually, but the house elves highly recommended I include it in our tea party." And, naturally, everything she was describing on their table that wasn't actually there WAS over at the other table nearby, real as ever. In case he wanted real food, but she was okay with pretending.
For now.
"Could I interest you in any, sir?" She would be happy to serve him. Guest of honor and all.
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It was BEAUTIFUL, he said! So he DID like it! Beaming quite proudly at his struggle to find words, Soph sipped at her pretend tea again and couldn't quite hide the elated smile that had settled itself upon her lips. He LOVED it, even!
"I'm really, really glad. I thought it'd be nice so we can, y'know, keep in touch 'n stuff. Either when we're in opposite sides of the school or if y'need someone to talk to at four in the morning or after I've graduated. I always wanna be able to keep in touch with you 'n be here for you, 'kay? You can always count on me. I'll keep mine in my bag that I always have with me so I'll always be available." And if she didn't reply, it was 'cause she was dead or something, probably.
But Merlin. She had quite the collection of two-way mirrors now. She needed to start labeling them.
He didn't need to thank her, honestly, but she smiled and gave him a nod in reply, "Just like you." The greatest, JUST LIKE HIM. The sweeeet, sweet little baby angel.
What foods? OH YES. FOOD. "Well, we've got the finest selection of finger foods here." Ahem. "There's little sandwiches on this plate here," Roo could imagine them being whatever kind he liked, "and tea cakes here, and assorted pastries here, and biscuits here, and I dunno what this plate is, actually, but the house elves highly recommended I include it in our tea party." And, naturally, everything she was describing on their table that wasn't actually there WAS over at the other table nearby, real as ever. In case he wanted real food, but she was okay with pretending.
For now.
"Could I interest you in any, sir?" She would be happy to serve him. Guest of honor and all.
Furthermore to his inability to word his appreciation for his gift, Rooney couldn't respond to anything that Miss Sophie said that would even cover how grateful he was for her generosity and her all around existence in his world now and in the future. Because that was what he was planning. And clearly so was she. You didn't give a two-way mirror to someone that you didn't want to have in your life for an extended period of time. Instead, he just smiled wide and kept the mirror clutched to him until he put it into the box to take part in their tea party.
With a softer smile, one he usually donned when listening to someone speak, Rooney looked from plate to plate on their table giving each "food item" a reaction. The little sandwiches got a gasp, the tea cakes got an enthusiastic "ooooooh" and the house elf reccomendations received an applause. "Oh, I don't know how I could even choose, Miss Sophie!!" He was just so very excited for all of these delectable delights, yummy yummy air!
"I'll just have one of everything, Miss Sophie!" Because he could not POSSIBLY decide!
Furthermore to his inability to word his appreciation for his gift, Rooney couldn't respond to anything that Miss Sophie said that would even cover how grateful he was for her generosity and her all around existence in his world now and in the future. Because that was what he was planning. And clearly so was she. You didn't give a two-way mirror to someone that you didn't want to have in your life for an extended period of time. Instead, he just smiled wide and kept the mirror clutched to him until he put it into the box to take part in their tea party.
With a softer smile, one he usually donned when listening to someone speak, Rooney looked from plate to plate on their table giving each "food item" a reaction. The little sandwiches got a gasp, the tea cakes got an enthusiastic "ooooooh" and the house elf reccomendations received an applause. "Oh, I don't know how I could even choose, Miss Sophie!!" He was just so very excited for all of these delectable delights, yummy yummy air!
"I'll just have one of everything, Miss Sophie!" Because he could not POSSIBLY decide!
He was adorable, was he aware? Did people tell him every single time they spoke with him like she did? Because they needed to. He deserved to hear that EVERY HOUR OF EVERY DAY. Ugh. So, so precious.
Sophie giggled at each of his responses to her explanations, then nodded brightly at his decision. "Good idea," she agreed, taking his plate and delicately plucking a non-existent food item from each plate on the table and adding it to the boy's own. "A nice sampling of our delectable delights we have here today." La la la, Sophie Brown, totally an expert on tea party jargon.
Setting his plate back in front of him, Soph helped herself to the non-existent goods, miming taking a few things from each plate, and took an imaginary bite of one of the imagined finger sandwiches.
"Mmm," she hummed. "The sandwiches are heavenly." They were SO good at this imaginary tea party thing, see?
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He was adorable, was he aware? Did people tell him every single time they spoke with him like she did? Because they needed to. He deserved to hear that EVERY HOUR OF EVERY DAY. Ugh. So, so precious.
Sophie giggled at each of his responses to her explanations, then nodded brightly at his decision. "Good idea," she agreed, taking his plate and delicately plucking a non-existent food item from each plate on the table and adding it to the boy's own. "A nice sampling of our delectable delights we have here today." La la la, Sophie Brown, totally an expert on tea party jargon.
Setting his plate back in front of him, Soph helped herself to the non-existent goods, miming taking a few things from each plate, and took an imaginary bite of one of the imagined finger sandwiches.
"Mmm," she hummed. "The sandwiches are heavenly." They were SO good at this imaginary tea party thing, see?
Teeheehee. This was probably more fun than it had been intended to be, but he didn't care at ALL. He was having a tea party with Miss Sophie Brown and it was absolutely wonderful and lovely and marvellous and full of everything good. Mainly, her smile.
He clapped lightly, and bounced eagerly in his seat awaiting his plate of food because it was going to be OH SO LOVELY. She said so herself. Heavenly. "Oh Miss Sophie, I think we need a new burst of words. This can't ALL be heavenly." OH but it was. It so was. The tea was heavenly, the company was heavenly and the food was HEAVENLY. It was pretty much the best tea party that Rooney had ever been to, and his drama school had thrown a big one each term and an even bigger one in the summer.
HEAVENLY.
Rooney tilted his head, resting his cheek into his hand and smiled at the seventh year. "Miss Sophie? Y'know you're reaaaaaal important to me, right? Can I..ask you something?"
Teeheehee. This was probably more fun than it had been intended to be, but he didn't care at ALL. He was having a tea party with Miss Sophie Brown and it was absolutely wonderful and lovely and marvellous and full of everything good. Mainly, her smile.
He clapped lightly, and bounced eagerly in his seat awaiting his plate of food because it was going to be OH SO LOVELY. She said so herself. Heavenly. "Oh Miss Sophie, I think we need a new burst of words. This can't ALL be heavenly." OH but it was. It so was. The tea was heavenly, the company was heavenly and the food was HEAVENLY. It was pretty much the best tea party that Rooney had ever been to, and his drama school had thrown a big one each term and an even bigger one in the summer.
HEAVENLY.
Rooney tilted his head, resting his cheek into his hand and smiled at the seventh year. "Miss Sophie? Y'know you're reaaaaaal important to me, right? Can I..ask you something?"
His clapping and his bouncing and his words and his smile and his excitement - it was all very, very contagious, and she found her own energy resembling his. Tea parties were a pretty common event throughout her life, but this one felt especially special.
Probably because her guest of honor was so dang precious.
Finishing off her imaginary sandwich, dusting her hands off to make this clear, and chewing though nothing was in her mouth, Soph's eyebrows raised at the boy's statement, followed by a question. Or... permission for him to ask a question. Wasn't that an odd way to lead into a question, and a little strange that he was asking PERMISSION to ask her something? It was a little... ominous, almost, and unnerving, and Soph grabbed for her tea cup, cupping it between her hands and gave him a super nonchalant shrug and an encouraging smile before saying, "Of course, Sir Rooney," and sipped at her imaginary tea.
An attempt to mask her intrigue and her slight apprehension toward whatever was going to come next.
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His clapping and his bouncing and his words and his smile and his excitement - it was all very, very contagious, and she found her own energy resembling his. Tea parties were a pretty common event throughout her life, but this one felt especially special.
Probably because her guest of honor was so dang precious.
Finishing off her imaginary sandwich, dusting her hands off to make this clear, and chewing though nothing was in her mouth, Soph's eyebrows raised at the boy's statement, followed by a question. Or... permission for him to ask a question. Wasn't that an odd way to lead into a question, and a little strange that he was asking PERMISSION to ask her something? It was a little... ominous, almost, and unnerving, and Soph grabbed for her tea cup, cupping it between her hands and gave him a super nonchalant shrug and an encouraging smile before saying, "Of course, Sir Rooney," and sipped at her imaginary tea.
An attempt to mask her intrigue and her slight apprehension toward whatever was going to come next.
Munching on air his wonderful tasting tea cake, Rooney avoided eye contact as he found that chewing and looking at someone was a discerning task and it often put him off his food. But when he'd finished with devouring that, he sipped on his own imaginary tea and mentally prepared himself for the conversation that was coming. "I don't want to break your heart, Miss Sophie Brown." That much was true. The truest of true. Actually, it was possibly the truest thing he had ever thought, said or believed. Because a broken hearted Miss Sophie Brown was... well, it broke his heart.
And Rooney Bronwyn had seen broken-hearted before. It was HORRIBLE.
Especially when people cried like Aunt Elodie did. Her crying faces were...something else. Ghoulish, if you will. Putting his tea cup down, Roo placed his palms onto the table between them and took a deep breath. "I need your help with telling a girl that isn't you, that I think I like her. -- Well, I think that I like her, I'm not sure if she likes me too. But.. well, I just... Do you think you could read something and tell me if she likes me?" Yes, he had that letter in his back pocket.
Munching on air his wonderful tasting tea cake, Rooney avoided eye contact as he found that chewing and looking at someone was a discerning task and it often put him off his food. But when he'd finished with devouring that, he sipped on his own imaginary tea and mentally prepared himself for the conversation that was coming. "I don't want to break your heart, Miss Sophie Brown." That much was true. The truest of true. Actually, it was possibly the truest thing he had ever thought, said or believed. Because a broken hearted Miss Sophie Brown was... well, it broke his heart.
And Rooney Bronwyn had seen broken-hearted before. It was HORRIBLE.
Especially when people cried like Aunt Elodie did. Her crying faces were...something else. Ghoulish, if you will. Putting his tea cup down, Roo placed his palms onto the table between them and took a deep breath. "I need your help with telling a girl that isn't you, that I think I like her. -- Well, I think that I like her, I'm not sure if she likes me too. But.. well, I just... Do you think you could read something and tell me if she likes me?" Yes, he had that letter in his back pocket.
As always.
Break... her... heart?
What?
Her brows furrowing briefly in confusion, an amused sort of smile played upon her lips and her head cocked slightly to the side. "You could never break my heart, Roo," she reassured him delicately, the amusement threatening to seep through into her tone, but she tried to take him very, very seriously, and nodded for him to press onward as she poured herself some more imaginary tea.
And what he said next made her smile broaden, and giggles bubbled in her throat. A GIRL THAT WASN'T HER. Did he think she'd think that it WOULD be her? Or was he just being polite, anticipating that she might get her hopes up, so knocking down the thought before it could ever really occur to her? Hiiiilarious, but Soph only giggled slightly, shaking her head in amusement and offering a hand to accept the letter. "Of course I will. I'm a girl, I'm well-versed in the art of deciphering my own species' language of love." 'Species' being a term used lightly and in good humor, of course, and she further encouraged him, "I'd be happy to."
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Break... her... heart?
What?
Her brows furrowing briefly in confusion, an amused sort of smile played upon her lips and her head cocked slightly to the side. "You could never break my heart, Roo," she reassured him delicately, the amusement threatening to seep through into her tone, but she tried to take him very, very seriously, and nodded for him to press onward as she poured herself some more imaginary tea.
And what he said next made her smile broaden, and giggles bubbled in her throat. A GIRL THAT WASN'T HER. Did he think she'd think that it WOULD be her? Or was he just being polite, anticipating that she might get her hopes up, so knocking down the thought before it could ever really occur to her? Hiiiilarious, but Soph only giggled slightly, shaking her head in amusement and offering a hand to accept the letter. "Of course I will. I'm a girl, I'm well-versed in the art of deciphering my own species' language of love." 'Species' being a term used lightly and in good humor, of course, and she further encouraged him, "I'd be happy to."
Cute lil man with his cute lil crush.
He could never break her heart? Rooney felt a little bit put out at that, but tried his hardest not to show it on his face. He was positive that he could have broken her heart if he tried, but she clearly wasn't. No matter, he'd just.. try harder? Or not, because he didn't WANT to break her heart. This was all such a struggle, because part of him did want to be responsible for a heartbreak, but the other part of him knew that Miss Sophie Brown was taken and his lone little feelings wouldn't impact on that. Kinda unfair...
But fine.
He was too busy panicking about asking her things that he didn't notice that she had laughed, and passed over the letter. "I don't think you'll know who it's from, but I'm sure that I do." And if he was wrong, then he'd been wrong to send his Valentines present to that person. "But does she like me? What does she mean by not wanting me to get a girlfriend? What does that mean? Because she has a boyfriend."
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