 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
CUSHIONS.
Rooney fought the urge to bounce on all of those that weren't taken yet to find the best one for his derrière, and instead ran for one in the middle of things and skidded onto it on his knees. And...across a little maybe taking out a few more of the cushions in his process. No matter. No one harmed, yet?? Ah, never mind. He was mainly just excited that he wasn't having to sit in a classroom with someone who had let Blaise Bellaire BEAT him in a duel. This Professor probably knew nothing of that and Rooney would prove himself worthy of this class. He was going to prove that he could do this better than Blaise bloody Bellaire.
"HI PROFESSOR. I'M -- oh. One second!!" The third year grinned, picked up a name tag and wrote down his details before pinning it to his chest and finding the perfect position where no light was catching it and blurring out a portion of his name. He didn't want someone to misread his name as Rodney, for he was not a Rodney. He was a Rooney and his Mama had named him that was for a reason.
Because she liked kangaroos, thank you very much.
Growing up around muggles had been hard with their assumptions that he was named after a guy who kicked a ball with his feet and, from Roo's own research, had the hairline of an elderly man in his twenties. Unfortunate.
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