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It was a cool winter night in Septembrie when they arrived at Hogwarts.
It was a group of pecooliar people, it was.
For once, it was not the boy who lived, come to die, then lived again, etc, etc, nor any of his friends.
Rather, it was a groupof, dare I say it, Americans.
Dumbledige (who is not dead), when being asked if Americans could join Hogwarts, was questioned exsessiveli by the staff of this was posible. His answer to this was: "Uhm, sorry Minerva, but it's AmeriCAN not AmeriCAN'T."
Anyways, back to them people.
So like, September right? People go to Hogwarts. And like, the Americas. So they're like, transfer students from Wimbly Womly school in Americasm because Trump, right?
So they still have to be like, sorted into a house, and since no one online did this, we have to go through this entire sorting experience.
During this cold winter's night in September it was cold and cool. The first years of Hogwarts Magical School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and some old ass Americans, nervously got ready to be sorted into their Hogwarts House, which would be they're family according to Minerva Mcgoneagal who was gone after that.
The group of varied ages walked into The Room (roll credits) and was dased and amased at the sight before them. Candless were floating around in mid air, dripping hot wax on everything and everyone and the starts were not able to be seen because it is cloudly.
The sorting hat opened it's folds and started singing an all famous song that everyone knows, namely the Room opening credits (https/youtu.be/NZfox7y8VAg)