"I still don't see why you want to work in the Ministry, Andy," Cassius said to his son.

"Dad," Andrew huffed, "We have discussed this, in much detail. I am just interning. This is not set in stone. Please do not mess this up for me," he added. "This is the only thing I've obtained on my own, without the help of our money and our name." The two argued all the way out the front door; the argument paused when Andrew had to grasp his father's arm while he apparated (he hadn't received his Apparation license yet), and then the argument continued all the way into the Ministry.

"Dad, please!" It was quite evident that the two were arguing; surprised stares came from all they passed. "I am of age now, and quite well-equipped thus to make my own decisions regarding my life!" He stepped into the lift with his dad, waiting for the voice that indicated he was on the first floor, where the internship meeting would be held. "First floor..." he did not await the description and scrambled off the lift, his dad calling after him, "Son, I love you!"

Ignoring the sentiment, he ran as fast as he could to the conference room. "Sorry I'm late, everybody...you may blame my dad, if you so wish. Always a late start with him." And anyone that knew Cassius St. George would agree...it took everything short of an explosion to rouse his dad. "I'm usually punctual." He found the nearest empty seat, and eyed the Ministry members. Which one would be his tutor, his information for his intended path of Obliviation?


Hate me today, hate me tomorrow.