Andrew was identical to his brother - and fellow teacher - Richard. The same dark looks, the same smile, the same clothes. Only while his brothers tie was a dark, navy blue, his tie was more of a baby blue. It was really the only way to tell the two brothers apart and they certainly loved playing games on people - something they had never grown out of either. Richard was the Historian, Andrew was the Grammar Nazi. Both had taken on teaching duties at Saint Catherines and were excited to start off the new year in a festive way. The new group of girls - well, who didn't like banging teenagers? Andrew and Richard certainly loved banging teenagers together.<br/><br/>Andrew was also carrying an identical briefcase as Richard, only in his left hand instead of his right. It was another subtle difference between the two men that few people seemed to pick up on. They also tricked people by playing each others roles as well, really sending them for a loop. He had spotted his brother moments before entering the student dorm with a student in tow. Andrew had made sure the cost was clear before crossing over, intrigued by how quickly his brother had found a student.<br/><br/>Walking inside, he moved up into the dorms, but stopped outside a half open door. With out knocking, he pushes it open and steps inside, spotting a different student (and no sign of his brother) laying on her bed with her hand rubbing her crotch. Andrew quirked his brow at this - most girls were dragged screaming in protest to their lessons during the first week but this girl already seemed to be very, very comfortable with herself.<br/><br/>He smirked as the words escaped his lips, knowing how cliche they were even as he said them: "Need a hand?"