Christopher was determined to show them that he was powerful. He could cast magic just as well as any other British person in the room.

He was tired of all the other people and their American stereotypes. He wasn't a fat guy that sits and eats McDonald's all day. He wasn't stupid either. Yes, he liked freedom, but he wasn't overly excited about showing people about it.

He watched as everyone else conjured their own patronus. Harry's was a beautiful stag. Luna had a fluffy bunny. He concentrated on his happiest memory. He shouted the incantation and watched as a flurry of misty blue smoke shot out from his ash wood wand.

At first he couldn't make out the animal as it began taking shape. A kid next to him began to laugh. "How American of you!" another witch shouted.

He squinted his eyes as the animal began to take on a clearer form. Suddenly rage surged through him as he saw the animal. A Bald fucking Eagle.

"Is that a motherfucking Bald Eagle?" he shouted in rage. He'd just got the school to respect him despite his being American. Now he had a Bald Eagle patronus.

He stomped out of the Room of Requirement. He stopped after turning a corner and realised the Eagle was still following him. "I swear I will show you what freedom tastes like if you don't get your free ass away from me!"

The eagle suddenly clucked its beak, and the Slytherin clothes he was wearing were transformed into red, white, and blue clothes with stars.

"FUCK ALL THIS!"