Andrew had just arrived at Hogwarts. He had been told that his stuff had been taken to his dorm room, and he had been pointed to Gryffindor tower by some big kid in what looked to Andrew like a black dress. Now that just wasn't cool. And he understood he'd have to wear the same black dress. Yuck! Dresses were for girls. He didn't like girls. Girls were yucky. He didn't mind the uniform black pants, white shirt, black sweater, but he'd never worn a tie before. That was new. And the shoes were stiff and uncomfortable still. He figured the tie was all done up wrong. It didn't look like the way any of the other guys wore it, but, hey. He was 11. What the heck did they expect?
He used the password and the fat lady in the painting cheerily greeted him and let him in. For some reason, he thought he might like her. At least she wouldn't be chasing him with bottles of firewhiskey in her hand. And she smiled at him too. That helped.
He went into the Gryffindor common room shyly, not sure what to expect. He surely did not expect to find some big kid kissing--a GIRL! Double yuck!