WHO: Andrew Kirke and Scott Summers
WHAT: Chatting during rounds
WHERE: The halls of Hogwarts
WHEN: Friday evening
RATING: PG
STATUS: Done


Scott was surprised at the amount of homework he had already accumulated in the short span of time since the school year had started. They had just taken their OWLs back in June, so shouldn't he and his fellow 6th years be getting a break? NEWTs weren't for another year and there was no reason that they needed all this work, right? Add that to his Prefect responsibilities, Scott had no idea when he'd get a chance to read the comic books he packed. His dad had given a few older editions that were new to Scott. It was nice that he and his dad had something to bond over, especially with the whole magic thing. Scott really wanted to read them. Instead, he found himself wandering the halls during his Prefect duties.

Andrew was sort of tired of trying to play perfect Head Boy. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this. Ernie had made it look simple, always in control and collected. He was the model Head Boy. Andrew, however, could think of about twenty people who might've been better at this than he was. Colin, for one. They also might've been better about dealing with Kayla, though Andrew was doing his best.

He had two prefects out doing rounds that evening, and though he didn't actually have to, he did want to check up on them. One was a fifth year, after all, and he didn't want them feeling lost or alone out there. And the other was Scott. Who Andrew not only trusted, but had loads of respect for simply for having the same name as Cyclops! Making the turn towards Hufflepuff, he grinned as he spotted the sixth year in front of him. "Oi! Cyclops! How many detentions have you given out tonight?" he called ahead.

Cyclops was a name Scott knew very well. It Cyclops was Scott Summers in the X-Men comics. With this magical world, Scott really wanted to be like Cyclops and have that cool power and meet a fantastic girl. He turned around to see that it was the Head Boy, and began to wonder why he was out. Scott hoped he was doing a good job, after all this was the Head Boy. At least it wasn't the Head Girl checking up on them. Kayla somewhat scared him. "Um. None so far," Scott answered as he walked towards Andrew. "Checking up on us?"

"Not exactly," Andrew reassured, shifting his weight from foot to foot, fighting to keep from bouncing around like crazy. "Just was out and about, thought I'd see how things were going and if you needed any help." Not giving any detentions was a good thing, as far as Andrew was concerned. He didn't enjoy punishing the other students, though he knew he had to if one truly deserved it. "Any problems? Anyone giving you any trouble?" It was sort of sad how he didn't know the younger boy as well as he might've liked. He knew Jean, Scott's sister, pretty well, but she shared plenty of classes and a common room with him. Until he'd become Head Boy, he hadn't really had as many reasons to interact with Scott.

"That's good to know. I don't know about the other prefect, but I'm doing pretty well at the moment," Scott said. "No one has given me any trouble. I'd say my little brother has, but I haven't seen him around lately and that wouldn't work." He knew that his sister was the same year as Andrew and realized he hadn't seen her except for meals. Though, he thought it best to finish the comic books he had because he knew that Jean wanted to read them as well. "My sister hasn't been giving you any trouble, has she?"

Andrew scoffed, though there was a grin on his face. "Oh, yeah, because she's just running through the halls naked screaming Spice Girls songs at the top of her lungs." Pausing for a moment, a sly grin crossed his face. "Not that I'd be complaining--oi, you didn't hear that from me, never mind, moving on, no, no problems at all, she's doing just fine, minding her own business..." His cheeks were pink thanks to his little comment, but the smile on his face was still bright.

Scott made a disgusted face. "Thanks for that image, Kirke." Scott made a move to punch him, lightly, in the shoulder. "Good to know she isn't running around naked, though. I can, however, picture her singing Spice Girls songs. Jean does like them, but not as much as X-Men." He ignored Andrew's cheeks turning pink, he deserved it for saying such a thing. Jean may have been older than him by a year, but that didn't mean he felt less protective of his sister. "I wouldn't make such remarks around her, you might end up in the hospital wing."

"Ooh, punching your superiors, are we?" Andrew's voice was teasing, though, and he'd known he was pushing the younger student's buttons anyway, making such comments. "She could take me, I don't have any doubts about that. It's those Phoenix powers of hers." Jean didn't look all that much like Jean Grey, of course, but she was pretty enough. "And of course she doesn't like Spice Girls as much as X-Men, the girl has some common sense! Though if I do find out that's her you can hear singing from the girl's loo, I'm going to be...well, amused more than anything else. The one we keep hearing can't carry a tune in a bucket."

"Just this once," Scott answered. "Too right. She's got cool powers that can definitely take you. I'd like to have the laser power that Cyclops has for real." It would be ace if he actually did. He'd get to have cool goggles and it would just be brilliant. "One of the few that does have common sense. My brother Logan is, unfortunately, a lost cause. Hates X-Men and comic books and that his name is Loagn." Scott shook his head. "Last I checked, she could carry a tune, so must be a different girl. Poor girl, her singing is probably hard on the ears."

Andrew grinned, then, shrugging. "Let's just hope one of those crazy get-together ideas we have isn't to have a talent show. You'll all be subjected to her, though then at least you could sympathise with the whole of Gryffindor. Trust me, it's painful. More painful thinking there's more than one Spice Girls fan in our area, but you take what you can get." Truth was, Andrew didn't mind the all girl band too terribly much. Posh was pretty hot, actually, and Ginger wasn't so bad either. But Merlin, some of their songs could get annoying. He was just grateful Jill hadn't taken a fondness to them when he was listening to the muggle radio stations. "Don't know how anyone in your family could hate comics, though. Isn't it, like, a requirement to be born a Summers?"

Scott chuckled. "I think that would be something you or the Head Girl would be in charge of. I'd stay away, that is for sure." Talent shows were not his forte and he hoped that one wouldn't come about. "Make sure no one else hears this and says that it must go on! Ouch. Too bad. I don't know if we have any Spice Girls fans in Hufflepuff. Bit of a relief compared to what you're telling me." Scott only listened to them because his sister did. She was usually the one in charge of the radio, so he never had much choice anyway. "Mum isn't a fan, but somehow let dad name us all. You would think so, but no. Dad's a little disappointed, but mum's content that she has at least one child not hooked on comic books."

"Well, Ernie and Hermione didn't put together that carnival, that was all Lavender Brown's doing. And the night time pick-up Quidditch game was Hannah's thing, so, see? It's perfectly logical that someone besides Kayla or I could put together a talent show. In fact, I think I should run around talking about it until someone does." He winked cheekily and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his robes. "Personally, I don't see why anyone wouldn't want to get into comics. Easier to hide in them, you know? Pretty rare that bad, irreversible stuff happens in those." Because he, as well as many others, knew that even with their own level of magical powers, they weren't exempt from harm. In fact, at times it made them more likely to be harmed.

"If someone hears you, they might put you in charge though. Especially if its one of the younger years." Scott laughed. "Maybe it will be that poor girl who can't carry a tune! Imagine what that would be like. You would definitely have to ask Logan about it because he certainly ignores me every time I bring up the subject. Or Jean might know. She's good at getting him to talk." Logan really was the odd one out among the Summers. Before Logan had come to Hogwarts, he didn't really exist for Jean and Scott for that very reason. "That is true. I don't hide mine though. It wouldn't work if I did. I swear my sister can sense where I put them. They make good reads. I've got a small stack that I haven't read yet and they all look interesting." Thinking of Logan's relationship with comic books got Scott thinking how much his brother liked being a wizard.

"At least you've got Jean," Andrew commented, a somewhat bittersweet smile on his face. "Jill thinks I have two heads, I think. Or maybe four feet. Ooh, I could be a centaur, then, what do you think? Andrew Kirke, half horse, half man?"

"Yes, I do have Jean. It will be sad when she's finished here. I'll just be stuck with Logan then," Scott replied. He chuckled, picturing Andrew as various beings. "Ha. It would certainly be interesting to see you as a centaur. Its probably better that than someone with two heads or four feet."

Shaking his head frantically, Andrew beamed, as pleased as if he were on the path to discovery. "No, don't you see? It's perfect! I'd have four feet because I was a centaur. Not two heads, I don't think, one of me is enough for anyone to deal with, but four feet and I'd so be half-horse! Or half-goat, like...what is it, a faun? Yeah! But I think the centaur thing would work better, girls are really into them."

"Wouldn't that be considered hooves and not feet?" Scott asked. That was what he thought. "If you say its perfect, then it must be." Scott thought for a moment, "Yes, its a faun. I have to agree with you on the centaur thing. I think girls like them better than fauns. Unless you are a nymph or something like that. Either way, you will probably have more girls falling at your feet than me." He didn't really mind if that was the case. Scott only had one particular girl in mind and had no way of telling her.

With a smug grin, Andrew shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, I imagine I might. It would just be a matter of narrowing it down to one. I mean, don't get me wrong, Sailor Moon, I mean Fawcett and I are getting married at some point, but until then? Gotta pick one, right? Can't live in a world of polygamy, I'm afraid." The resigned look he gave was completely fake, and he smirked around it.

Scott rolled his eyes. Wait. Did he just say Sailor Moon? Wasn't that a show on the telly? "Isn't Sailor Moon a show? And does this Sailor girl know that you're going to marry her? I completely agree that we gotta pick one. I've got one in mind, possibly, when it comes to that. Though, aren't the Yanks an example of polygamy? If you really wanted it, I'm sure you could go there."

Andrew burst out laughing so hard he started coughing. "Sailor Moon is on the telly!" he agreed between laughter. "And I don't think I've ever heard of a Yank with lots of wives, maybe a sultan or something but I don't think they have those in the States." Shaking his head, he took a few deep breaths to try and stop laughing. "And Sailor would be Sailor Fawcett, though she's my Sailor Moon whether she likes it or not. Seventh year, Ravenclaw, completely gorgeous, legs to die for. Pretty sure she knows we're getting married, something about energetic children and blueberry pie."

"I've never seen it. Doesn't sound like a show I would watch." Scott frowned. So he didn't know anything about it. He didn't want to say it out loud, but he thought it sounded pretty girly to him. "I could be wrong, but I think that is where I heard it. Oh, and those sultans." He did remember the name. "I've heard of her. That Stebbins bloke is in my house and he talked about going to the Yule Ball with her all those years ago." He snickered. "Blueberry pie?"

Andrew really didn't need a reminder of Stebbins. Competition, that's what he was! Andrew had been too young to go to the Ball without being invited, and how many older girls were going to invite a measly third year? Instead, he'd pounced Ginny the second she'd gotten back for all the details. "Don't actually remember where the pie fits in," he mused out loud. "Something to do with her baking her way into my heart or something, I dunno. Details!" After all, Andrew Kirke could hardly be bothered with unimportant details. "You're getting away from the important part, like my elaborate wedding."

Scott laughed. "I didn't know that that wasn't the important part." Scott hadn't gone to the Yule Ball either, but his sister had gone with an older student. He didn't like that idea, but that was the past. Thinking of the past, Scott looked at his watch briefly, wondering how long it would take to hear about the elaborate wedding, since he felt it would be polite to at least ask. "So tell me about your elaborate wedding."

Catching the glimpse at the watch, Andrew remembered being scolded by Kayla and sighed. "Okay, quickie version, it involves loads of candy, some fluffy things that I haven't figured out yet, and white stuff everywhere. I just haven't decided what the white stuff is. Feathers, maybe? Dunno, the planning is mostly the girl's thing, after all, I just know it has to be big." And his step-dad would likely do it, too, if it meant Andrew was marrying a proper wizarding girl. Not that he truly believed he and Sailor would be married someday, but it was fun to tease everyone with. "Aren't you supposed to be making sure no one burns the school down? What're you doing, letting me talk your ear off?"

"Doesn't the bride wear white? And it has to be big? Feathers?" Scott asked, chuckling some. He didn't know if he wanted to attend such a wedding. Feathers, really? He couldn't chuckling some more. Yep. He'd pretty much let Andrew talk a whole lot when he should have been doing rounds. "It's not like your not the Head Boy, you know. We could be talking about important things. Like that talent show. Besides, I think I've covered all that I needed to in this time. If anyone is going to be burning down the school, its probably from within a common room and not out in the open."

Pausing, Andrew grinned. "There you go with the talent show again. Kayla would never go for it, so you know. Which kind of makes me want to plan it around her anyway. I'll bet she's got some secret talent, like she can do cartwheels or juggle pinatas or something."

"You never know, it could become the next big thing at Hogwarts. Kayla is only half of the Head team and you should worry about that. See, there you go." Scott laughed. "Yeah, that might be possible. Quite interesting to see."

"And you know she wouldn't want anyone to see it, but a talent show would, of course, tempt it to come out. But come on, Scott, we're talking the girl who hated the carnival!" And Andrew had most certainly loved the carnival. It was full of sugar, rides, games, and activity. How could he not? "If she doesn't love a carnival, she'll hate me for a talent show." Which really just made him want to try for it even more. Despite having no real talents of his own.

"I didn't know she hated the carnival." Scott couldn't remember much of the carnival, just the fact that he had been dragged there against his will. The food was good there. "Is it your goal for her not to hate you? Good luck with that mate. Anyway, as much as I would love to stay and chat some more, my rounding time has come to an end. Probably best I head back to Hufflepuff." This had been a fairly entertaining night of rounds, thanks to Andrew.

Peeking at his Spiderman watch once again, Andrew groaned. "You're right, I should probably go check on that new girl, anyway. The last time she had rounds, she forgot to lock the library door behind her and Madam Pince almost peed her pants. Not pleasant, I promise." Laughing, he took a couple of steps backwards. As fun as talking to the sixth year had been, Andrew needed to move. He was getting antsy, staying all still and stuff.

Scott laughed. "Better hurry. She'll be close to being finished with her rounds too. Have fun!"

"Stay out of trouble!" Andrew called over his shoulder, and took off at a jog, determined not to let Kayla Bundy have anything to hold over his head.