Old friend

"Well if Death is better than life, I really don't want to know." he said. He really didn't want to die, he was too young to do so. He wanted to end up getting married one day and turning into one of those bitter old men that screamed at kids for being on his lawn. That seemed like fun to him. "I've got a lot to do before I go, and perhaps passing on my generation...heh." He waitied a minute for the staircase to readjust again yet didn't. Irritated, he walked over near the door that didn't seem familiar, but as soon as his second foot was near the door, the staircase moved again.

"Oh great!" he exclaimed, his face twisted in an irritated form of him and he groaned. "I guess we gotta wait again. These damn stairs hate me, I'm telling you!" He looked at the portraits out of boredom and noticed most of them were laughing. "Shut up!" he said to the portraits, which made them laugh a little harder.

Andrew was still a little irritated by the staircases behavior and let out a small sigh. He looked at the distance from the spot he stood at and the distance to the other staircase and raised an eyebrow. He eyeballed the total coverage and maybe thought it was about 5 or 7feet. He wondered if he could perhaps make a jump that far. He looked right and left, checking to see if there was any teachers lurking around the staircase and was surprised that there was only a few students. Andrew walked to the back of the door and leaned forward. With a charge, he lept from the spot and landed his hands on the railing with a grunt. Pulling himself over, he threw his legs over the railing and met back with Miseria.

"So let's continue then," he said, keeping his walk in a slow pace "and no, I wouldn't want you to scar my kids by dressing them up in pretty little dresses....well maybe when they're 17. Depending." Andrew finally got to the seventh floor and looked into the hallways. "Well it's good the room is quiet these days. Makes the hallway seem a little less...suspicious than before."

"So you won't let me wear something besides blue or anything like that?" he grinned "even after considering everything we've been through?" She obviously wanted to see him like that, and it creeped him out a little. "Why do you want to see me in a dress anyway?" he asked with a curious smile. Hopefully his kids would never have to go what he would have to go through soon...he'd feel extrememly bad for his sons really. "If I have a daughter," he said quickly "she will be the one to wear the dresses. Not the boys." Haha! Loophole!

Andrew walked to the entrance of the Room of Requirement and walked inside, the room already knowing that he wanted to go inside. Looking around, the room was large and looking like it was set up for a new PA meeting. He wasn't sure if Mis had already been alerted that Sam had tried taking charge of PA, so he'd have to say something soon. "I'd rather not get detention," he said calmly, closing the door behind Mis "Barker seems like a F*** up person from what I've heard. He tortures the students who get detention. Not good."

"Cross dressing was never part of the Gryffindor motto," he said "I'd rather like to wear jeans and t-shirts, not skirts and tight tube tops...or whatever." Did he say too much now? Christ, he hoped not. "And my sons will hate you for that," he smiled, already imagining what their reactions could be like if he agreed to it "they'd probably want to wear masks or something just to hide the shame." Andrew looked around the room and began to move things out of the way. Sure, it magically appeared anything at the slightest whim, but when it came to cleaning, it never did so. Irony.

"Barker doesn't like to confront directly though," he said, taking a seat on a nice chair that had recently spawned "he likes to torture and control. Just recently, I heard from one of his victims that he trapped him and his girlfriend in the Forbidden Forest, letting the creatures hunt them down. Apparently, they barely made it out with their lives." Barker was a sick man for going after children. He shook his head and sighed, showing signs of irritation. "And he knows we can't confront him," he said calmly "because he could expel us if he wanted to."

Andrew looked at the plate of cookies and grabbed a small one. He took a bite out of it, feeling the cookie melt in his mouth with a mix of the dough and the chocolate chips. That was his favorite kind of cookies. Almost instantly, he felt like his problems just went away and never wanted to come back. "It's nice this room can be used for just more than just training." he said.

From how Miseria looked, she seemed to have been thinking about him from the image he provided. Oh god, what had he done? "No. Just no." he said flat out. "And I want to have a son to teach Quidditch to and have him inherit any family business that I may begin. Who knows? And I wouldn't want to stop until I got one, so win-win for me and my wife!" He laughed and leaned forward in his chair, tired of sitting upright. He was 17 and yet already thinking about having a family and a business. How that would work, he would never know.

Andrew raised an eyebrow at her response. What she said was...demented. He slid back a little in his chair and smiled. "You have a point," he said, raising his brow as a sign of acknowledgement "but I wouldn't want to be the poor bastard to get close to him. I would pretty much end up decking the guy if he even tried talking to me about his torture fetishes or anything like that." He toke another bite out of his cookie and munched on it, savoring the flavor.

"But I do wish to rid Hogwarts of that menace," he said calmly "I wouldn't mind taking a shot at him myself. The only problem is, we couldn't let him see us or report our image to the faculty. If they even had the slightest idea of an uprising like that, things would turn to chaos here. Besides the already distrust and black-lined positions here already."