Oh, how positively ecstatic he is every time you’re in his sights (which is most of the time, but that’s besides the point).

To Rook, you were just wonderful. You were so tolerant of him—more than tolerant, actually, you genuinely enjoyed his presence. You would giggle at his sudden startling appearances, you mirror his dramatic speech and vocabulary, and you were never unsettled by him.

He was never one to be bothered by his schoolmates openness of their displeasure towards him, but he was over the moon about anybody like you—and he had no issue expressing that.

And so, Rook decided to bring you along to the school’s secret passageways, closed-off rooms, anything you could find that was out of the ordinary. He’d already known the locations of almost all of them, but he believed it would be better to pretend to discover them together. More romantic, even.

You were eventually brought to the catacombs underneath the school. There were ghosts (and magical weapons in a school full of young people) everywhere, of course death would be a common occurrence, wouldn’t it?

You were too entranced by the various stray items and bones scattered around to notice his subtle attempts to get your attention.

“Trickster, mon cher,” Rook plucked an aster flower brooch from the ground—he found it beautiful enough for you, “this would look marveilleux on you, no?”

He held it out to you (or your back, really; you were previously too focused on other objects), awaiting patiently. He knew the brooch belonged to another poor soul in their life, probably from a school dance. He believed it’s what the original owner would have wanted, for it to be gifted to someone out of love and adoration. And that’s what it was.