Staying Around

Things were quite bright today. As Andrew walked down the dirt trail for the small hike, he sighed as the sun began to try and get into his eyes even more. He wore a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and his regular black and white shoes, and wondered why he wore jeans. It was almost summer and the heat was rising. He didn't know if he made a big mistake or not, yet ignored his thoughts. He was only concerned about clearing his thoughts of past events, and trying to find out where to go next. He really missed the Great Lake.

He walked down the small trail and turned his head to see the lake where he and his friends had went to a while ago. There were some good memories there. He walked casually over to the lakeside and sat down on the grass, trying to think some more. With the defeat of the Order and the loss of Grimmauld place, he had no idea what to do now. He still needed to save his friend, yet he had no idea where she was. Ne'Os was dead and he was most likely the only one who knew where she was. He swore at Ne'Os in his head and threw a rock angrily into the lake, trying to release some anger.

“Well, aren't we a little bit angry today?“ Miseria asked with a small grin when she looked at Andrew.

Actually, she didn't even stalk him down here, she was the one who was here first. But like always, people never noticed her. Sometimes it was great, invisibility, though, not exactly the same. Yet, sometimes it was rather annoying. Though, she was also kind of confused about the loss of the Grimmauld Place, but what could they do now? Nothing. Again. Ne'Os Emof, the 'evil' vampire was now dead, atleast the thing about what people should cheer up. But then again, she knew that everything wasn't over. The Order will do anything to get the old house back.

She herself didn't even care if it was hot day of summer, or not. Like always, she was in black, chained jeans what were cut in some places, combat boots, and a t-shirt, also cut in some places, but mainly on stomach. There were some bracelets on her hands, basically silver ones, and a necklace, a pentagram, and a cross. She wasn't religious – she just liked those things even if they had no meanings for her.

Andrew jumped when he heard Miseria's voice appear out of nowhere and then turned his head to see her sitting there. "Yeah," he said feeling a bit embarresed by his sudden display of anger "I'm just mad about everything, and I can't do anything to change it. Really gets under my skin." He wipe off some of the sweat his had on his forehead and then looked back out at the lake, which wasn't a good subsitute for the Great Lake, yet it would do. "I mean," he asked Miseria with a small trace of anger lodged inside his voice "doesn't it make you mad that we just lost Grimmauld place where the Order lives, the Death Eaters have actually got the guts to attack, and the only good thing to come out of all of this, is that Ne'Os is dead."

Miseria understood his anger, and didn't comment, though, he apologized. She just shrugged, and walked closed to the water, and bowed, touching it with her fingers. She would actually go swimming there, it was quite warm today, but not infront of Andrew. He'd just have nightmares.
“It does, but i already am Mad, so i don't think it's nessesary to make myself suffer even more,“ she said, standing up, and turning herself around to face him. “Yes, the loss was great. The place where the Order lived, and now the Death Eaters are all around it. And who said you have to do everything by yourself? You can't do it alone, though, i can see you want it,“ she said, smiling at him. Probably not best way to talk to him, but whatever – both of them were in the battle.
“And I'm sure that this time will the Order be the one who will strike to get the Place back,“ she shrugged again. Yes, she could sound really careless, but she wasn't. Even she wanted to get this flat back, but she knew that if she'd go there alone, even if Andrew would just go with her, they'd both end up dead. And it would all be pointless.

Andrew smiled and then stood up and crossed his arms. "I'm only mad because I feel like we're losing control here," he said, yet knowing well that they hadn't really had control in the first place "I just feel like there is no where else in the world that we can call a haven. Since Majere toke over Hogwarts, no one feels safe and everyone just shoots first and asks questions later. I hate to see people suffer just because of that one man, so I feel like I can be the only one that can stop it. Call me paranoid." He walked next to Miseria and then looked out towards the lake, thinking very dark thoughts about what had been happening in the past few months. "I know that the Order could get Grimmauld back," he said calmly now, setting his voice to a soothingly pattern "but another person will die in this war, and I don't want to see another person or student dead, but for evil to prevail, a few good men have to do nothing. And the 'few good men' position sounds like a pain."

She grinned at him:“You are paranoid,“ she said calmly. Probably her strange sence of humor would cheer some things up right now. Then she just sighed. Why was she always feeling positive when people around her were suffering in any ways. Emotional or physical, it didn't matter much. Yes, she wasn't happy at the moment. No! They lost the battle, but atleast no one got to know who they actually were. The masks were hiding their faces.
“Alright, listen. It will all come, you want it or not. Yes, probably someone will die. Though, the death eaters want to kill us, i am afraid that they don't want to die as well. If they wouldn't care, they'd just let us strike them down, and kill all of them in one piece.“

“What we need to is to think out a good plan,“ she said. It was almost sounding like an agreement that she was ready to go, and help them to get the house back. “Strategy, not like the last time. The last time we didn't have much time, but right now, we could use all of this, and the Potter's Army could practice a little,“ she said, and turned her eyes at the lake. “Of course you are the Leader now, and this is your thing to plan those meetings, and I hope that I'm not pushy or something, but it's my opinion.“ she gave him another shrug while looking at the sparcling water.

"Thanks," he chuckled as he continued to look out by the lake. Miseria had truth in her words, the Death Eaters didn't want to die, no one did. It was the fear of death that kept everyone from brawling in the streets, which almost seemed to have come to that. "Yeah I guess your right," he said calmly and then picked up a small rock next to him, and threw it at an angle so it skipped 4 times and then sunk to the bottom of the lake "but we did havea strategy back at Grimmauld. Everything just got out of control." He then sighed as she said they needed more meetings, which was true, but they didn't have access to Hogwarts right now. That was the one fatal flaw to the plan. "Yeah," he said quietly and then threw another rock which skipped 3 times. That throw was more out of anger than just throwing rocks.

Miseria smiled:“Most of the time,“ she agreed with him. Then, finally, she looked back at Andrew.
“A strategy? A plan? What was it exactly? You, me, Nick, and Louis try to get them up, the others will strike them from behind when Jess will scare them, that's all? No wonder we lost the place. What we really needed was a Good plan, probably even plan B, if someone would just think about it. Even I wasn't smart enough at this time, but now I know. Yes, they were strong, they even loved me and proved it with several Avada Kedavras at the time,“ she laughed softly. Right now it seemed so ironic, but when she was dueling, she was more than afraid. She was horrified.

“So... what about the meeting? I think that the Potter's Army will be under a watch for some time. The Death Eaters knew that we were there, the only thing what they need now is a list of our names, so that they can come, and kill us. Probably torture before death, but basically kill us,“ she watched as his stone sinked, and then took a little pebble herself, and threw it into the water.

Andrew chuckled as she described the large fight at Grimmauld Place, and found it funny that they had only used Avada Kerdavras. It was mostly a common spell now since Death Eaters used it 24/7. "The Death Eaters have no idea who we are," he said calmly throwing one more rock to kill the boredom in him "they only heard our voices for when we casted our spells. They'd have a better chance of finding out who we were since we didn't wear robes or anything." He kicked a rock into the water and sighed, trying his best to clear his thoughts.

Miseria grinned at him. “To think it out, how long would it take for them to put us in the list of suspects, and then track us down, one by one?“ she asked, raising her eyebrows. Then she picked few little pebbles, and threw them in the water. “And as for the voices, it's well known fact that the Death Eaters will be teaching us next year, so that they will also know who they were dueling with.“ she said, laughing again.