If the fall doesn't kill you...

"Well even if it were hot," he said with a smile "I'd still be complaining either way. There needs to be a nice place that is always warm, but that'd be asking for water that could into juice..." Wait. They had magic. He placed his hand on his forehead, realizing his stupidity. "Regardless, I still think they should at some charms or something here. Muggles can't find this place anyway." He opened the door to the Gryffindor locker room, carefully looking inside. No one had been there, which pleased him.

He walked inside and waited until Evalyn had stepped in as well. He then gently closed the door, some snow shuffling as he did so. Allen then walked over to the broom stands and placed his in his usually spot, taking notice of the crack again. "The instructor is going to kill me," he groaned, wiping his hair from his forehead. He walked away from it and sat down onto a nearby bench, adorned with red and orange.

"Well I mean," he began, feeling his hands begin to heat up once more "that everything that I've heard from others that Barker is a pretty twisted man. My friend said that another person had come back, bloody and beaten and was never happy after that. He does something and the faculty is wanting to do anything about it."

Allen began to feel his body warm up at a fast pace, noticing that the locker rooms were warmer than most parts of Hogwarts. Seeing Evalyn take off her jacket, he toke off his own, revealing a black t-shirt with a random band that he occasionally listened to back in the USA. He missed his hometown sometimes, so he often wore familiar clothing to try and remember his past. He sat on the bench, fiddling with his hands and try to rapidly warm them up. "God," he said, almost muttering "Why couldn't have Hogwarts been an island beach resort?"

"I guess I could," he said, writing down a mental note "but I guess I shouldn't worry, I don't have practice until...I don't even know when." Hopefully next summer. He looked up and began reading the locker names, the ones who were on the team. A majority of the lockers had been empty. What a scary sight. "Have you ever thought about flying?" he asked, assuming she hadn't flown a lot. "We should try to practice together sometime if you wanted to."

Andrew shook his head. "I'm sure we couldn't send letters or something to the Ministry," he said "I heard the ministry is corrupt right now, they are only working on their own agenda." He often wondered what was wrong with the world at the moment, so much was happening and he could do nothing about it.

"I think it'd be a fun experience," he replied to her, his fingers starting to feel the warmth once more "I don't have anyone to help me train really, most of my family are muggles. My grandparents are the ones who showed me Quidditch in the first place." He missed his grandparents and the thought made a smile crease to his face. He would visit them during Christmas time, hopefully they were still around in the area and haven't moved yet. They said they would send word. He banished his thoughts and looked back at Evalyn. "Well if you are interested," he said to her, "I'll be hanging around the area...or in the nursery wing." Someone knock on wood.

Allen nodded. "The adults are facing murderers and thieves," he said to her, his body still shivering "and a lot of us want to fight, but they won't let us. We face death and they don't want us to. Yet the less we don't do anything, the more of a chance we'll die anyway." He groaned but looked back up and smiled at her. "Well I guess we shouldn't worry," he suggested "things will work out, and who knows, maybe they will clean out the system."

Allen looked at some broomsticks that had been in a small wicker basket nearby, and pointed them out. "What they don't know won't kill them," he said to her, a thoughtful look on his face. He wasn't proposing that they should steal it, but perhaps borrow it for the time being. But he hadn't been sure if she was Gryffindor...oh well though. He began to shiver again, feeling his spine send spikes through his body. He placed his jack around his arms, but didn't close it. He stopped shivering soon after.

Allen smiled at her again in a friendly way and said "Don't think so much about it. Even if there is a fight, there will be others to help guard us. I'm not worried at all." Hopefully she would take some of those words to heart. A lot of people had been terrified about the increasing conflict with rebellious wizards. Was everything so rebellious in the wizarding world? Sure, countries fought for land and money, but these wizards just wanted the thrill to control.

Ravenclaw? He hadn't even noticed that. Now that he thought about it, she did seem to belong in the house. Allen nodded though and said "I guess you could always borrow the Ravenclaw ones then. As long as it isn't the captains one". He chuckled. He looked back over to the stack of broomsticks though and wondered what it'd be like to participate in the games. To be cheered from afar by your classmates, to feel the rush of the game itself. It'd be worth to at least try out for it, maybe the captain would be nice to him. Whoever they were.

"They will," he smiled, showing a friendliness he hadn't shown for a while "and even if they don't...well we always have the Bahamas to fly to." Wouldn't that be nice. He breathed into his hands, hoping to warm them up a little bit. He bit his lip and hopefully would warm up soon. He zipped up his coat and sighed. "Why couldn't this school have a furnace," he complained.