Who: Andrew Kirke, Jane Dobbs Where: Gryff Common Room When: Monday afternoon What: Andrew and Jane discuss things. Status: Incomplete
The news about Entwhistle had circulated quickly, as things like this do. Andrew, for one, was glad he just had one class today, though he really could have done without Muggle Studies on today of all days. Not that Carrow would have canceled it just because a Mudblood died. Oh no. That'd be a waste.
So he'd gone and paid as much attention as he could. Today, however, his mind wandered a bit more than normal. It could have been Angus. Hell, it might be Angus, for all he knew. Would the Ministry have told him if he was dead? Andrew wasn't sure. And he wasn't sure what he thought about the possibility of his father being dead. The man was an utter bastard, after all, and had taken his displeasure on life out on Andrew.
And yet, Andrew perversely began hoping that he was just rotting away in Azkaban, rather than rotting in some half-dug ditch somewhere. Was that better, though? Or did he just want to make sure Angus suffered?
Sighing, he stared into the fire as he tried to finish up his Dark Arts homework.