 (Yo Haddie, we @ u) ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Rooney had wanted to be first into the carriages, first into the castle...but Pomegranate had had other ideas and his cat had taken a run through the train after another cat. And Rooney had needed to GIVE the cat his vitamins. So he'd had to run after him and then catch the very last carriage over to the castle. He may not have messed up at the beginning of his journey to school, but he definitely had messed up mega big time now. Speed walking into the Great Hall, Roo checked out the Gryffindor table for his..well for his Char and his Liv..neither being his girlfriend and neither being anything else. And was greeted with...his baby sister being sorted there. Oh, Brinlee..
Was he worried about Char and Liv taking her under their wings? Yes. Did he think Brin could handle it? That was a bigger yes. He gave the newly sorted a wave, and winked in Miss Charlotte's direction. That was cool. He was sO COOL AND HE HAD ALMOST GOT THE GIRL.
He came to his own table, setting himself down at a seat without doing many introductions, because...well wasn't it rude to talk over the sorting happening? It was rude to him. Besides, people would find out who he was later. If they didn't know already. He could bet someone would see his badge and call attention to it, but he was hoping that Miss Penelope would get here by then. His seat meant that he was able to catch conversations and witness SOMEONE go up to the staff table. Did people not know the definition of rude? Did people not understand that? "Miss Denaker.." Roo's voice was soft, almost like he was too scared to say what he wanted to. But he raised it again when he addressed the other Ravenclaw from a standing point. "Miss Haddie, put my robes on. Please?" He was already removing his Prefect badge and attaching it to his jumper.
"I'm sure we can find you a way to feel Gryffindor later." He'd ask Liv and Char for Gryffindor things, maybe. Score Haddie an in to their common room if he could. Something that would get her to ACTUALLY wear the uniform she needed to. OR the colours of her house.
No way was this girl a Ravenclaw at heart.
She was a prime example of biting off your nose to spite your face.
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