Chapter 9: Three Broomsticks
"Well, the main representative anyways…" England trailed off. "So, you've managed to find out. And what are you going to do, now that you know?"
"How did you get in here?!" Mr Weasley pointed his wand at England.
"Let's calm down Mr Weasley," England walked up to the table. "I'll explain everything, so no need to rush." England conjured a quite vintage looking chair, though it seemed quite new. He sat down on said chair.
Kingsley stared at England as if he had recognized England from somewhere. "As I said earlier, I am the main representative United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. More specifically, I am England, or Britain, though avoid Britain for a while… Voldemort's been calling me that."
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"Good afternoon class, today we will be joined by Professor Umbridge, but this does not mean you will be allowed to fool around," Jamtland said as the fifth years sat on the rug laid out on the grass. "We'll be continuing our unit of creatures that take on a more spiritual form."
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Umbridge questioning America, who was fixing up a fence. "The spiritual being we are talking about is something the muggles use figuratively. This being is 'General Winter'. When muggles refer to General Winter, they are talking about the winters if Russia. There have been a couple accounts of few people (obviously Russia himself) meeting this mysterious being when lost in the forests of Russia. They described the General with a thick jacket and scarf, with white hair, but dark facial hair. They say he has no pupils." Jamtland passed muggle pencil and paper to the students. "Use this to draw what you think General Winter most likely looks like. Be serious, we are going to compare your drawing to a professional sketch of General Winter."
Umbridge walked up to Jamtland. "May I ask you some questions?"
"Of course. Go right on ahead."
"Where in Europe are you from? I can't recognize your accent, silly me."
"Norway or Sweden. Lived in both countries."
"And how old are you?"
Jamtland knew this was coming. "Seventeen. I graduated when I was fourteen."
"And where did you go to school?"
"I was homeschooled, but I took my exams at Durmstrang. Ministry of Magic wanted to make sure I had received the right amount of education and made me take the test. Turns out I took the graduation exam on accident."
"How did you meet Mr Jones?"
"A trip to America to educate me in American culture."
Before Umbridge could ask anything else, Jamtland noticed something America had been doing. "Alfred F. Jones! Stop what you're doing right now! You're going to knock the fence over again!" America froze.
"Man… Party pooper..." America muttered before he moved away from the fence. Jamtland turned back to Umbridge.
"Sorry, Alfred gets a bit reckless and unattentive sometimes."
Umbridge wrote this down. "Does Mr Jones knock over the fence often?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
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Umbridge sat in her office as she sipped her (overly-way-too-sweet) tea. She had enjoyed giving out her detentions to new students. It was incredibly amusing to see the looks on their faces once they started writing.
She looked over her list of things to bring up at the next teachers' meeting. "Ah, yes, that…" She crackled at the thought of the idea she was to bring up. It would be another great day to see their reactions.
Indeed, it was a great day. Not for Umbridge, but for someone else entirely. Jamtland watched in amusement as Voldemort drank the potion. "Drink it all. No matter if the images and memories are painful."
She liked seeing the "almighty and powerful" Voldemort flinching at the images. Well, it didn't matter to her. Now Voldemort was easier to kill, and Harry Potter would not be the one to end Voldemort once and for all.
She left the Dark Lord to his own doings and flooed back to Hogwarts. "Now that it's been taken care of, I need to check on America…"
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England took a small sip of the butterbeer he ordered. "I see Alfred is late as usual," France said as he looked around the Three Broomsticks.
"Not surprising. He always seems to be late." England replied. "And would you stop that?!" he added, quite annoyed. France let go of England's hand sheepishly.
"Dudes! I'm here! Sorry for the holdup, Jamt made me fix the fence before I left." America sat next to Canada.
"Then don't break the fence next time!" England exclaimed.
"It wasn't my fault! The unicorn knocked it over!"
"Let's calm down, oui? We're just here to discuss what we're going to do." France said, breaking up the argument that was going to start at any moment.
"Yes, we are, so let's get back on topic." England huffed.
"The world meeting is on December 27th," a quiet voice piped up. "It's going to be held in Paris."
"Gah! Mattie! You scared me!" America exclaimed as he chuckled. "You're good at sneaking up at people."
"The world meeting would be held at the usual building." France continued. "That's really it. Nothing else."
"If that it then… Oh right, Iggy! What's up with that painting that Peter dug up from your attic?" America asked.
"What painting? There are way too many in there!"
"Uh, the one with you as like in a pirate costume…?"