Old friend

"I feel like I should be insulted," he said, reaching out for another cookie and placing it onto his palm "but surprisingly, I'm not." He wondered if Miseria had any form of shame, although she didn't seem to be the kind of person to care about anything people thought. Andrew had been the same, but he still had his own personal dignity. And wearing a dress would help tear it down a little...and Andrew liked having dignity. "I think there will be at least one woman who will put up with me."

"Well we need to make Barker lower his guard, and if we can successfully do that, then we have a chance to be able to ruin him. If we could get him fired, we'd be heroes here." He took a bite out of the cookie he had just grabbed and swallowed the contents. When he was done with chewing, he looked back at Miseria "Chaos is good sometimes, but I don't think any of the children need to be a part of it. We can be anarchists when the 11 year olds are gone and out of the school."

"I think me and my wife would want to agree upon a boy and a girl," he said to her, taking another cookie from the plate "or 2 girls and one boy or something. It all depends I guess." Usually every family had at least one son because that's what all fathers usually dreamed of having. A son to pass down the husbands knowledge to. The same for wives and their daughters, so that the wife could pass down their knowledge to the daughters. But then again, things never worked simply. "You have a daughter, right?" he asked, remembering that she had mentioned it a while ago.

"Barker is paranoid, but I don't believe he could get the support of the other professors," he said "he's antisocial and a total psychopath. He'd probably come across as a raving lunatic if he asked the headmasters for guards outside his room." When Miseria mentioned how the kids could hide here, it sounded like a good idea. He hadn't a clue if the Room of Requirement was popular in legends, but it would definitely be useful in a time of crisis. "Think about it though," he suggested again "if one teacher is being harassed, all the other teachers are going to help that teacher, right? So he has support, regardless of how crazy he is."

Andrew looked towards Miseria and shrugged his shoulders. "I was just wondering," he said and grabbed another cookie. He bit into it and began to eat it as he began to ponder what Miseria had been saying. She was willing to do this by herself then? Well maybe not by herself, but it seemed almost like she wanted to be caught like that. To be tortured by the sadist. He rubbed his hand through his hair and sighed. "Then we'll need a good plan to get us through this mess," he replied "because if we are going to harm or or murder him, we'll need to be able to cover our tracks." Andrew had courage, but he didn't want to go and face possible injury or death by stepping into something too quickly. He wasn't stupid.

Looking back towards the tray, Andrew noticed the contents of the plate were almost gone. He hadn't even realized that he was eating a large amount of cookies. Andrew laughed slightly, realizing he should never be around food when talking to people. He would just eat and not even remember it. Andrew slouched forward a little bit, out of habit, and looked towards Miseria. "So how have things been?" he asked curiously "I haven't seen you in what, 6, 7 months?" He was probably undershooting the time estimate, but that was just the first thing that came to mind.