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Sorrrryyyyy for taking forever on this, everyone, I've been busy with school. :I Anyways, Iggy and Alfie shoulddd be arriving at Hogwarts in the next chapter or two...depends on whether or not I make them short. :U
America and Mr. Obama had arrived right on schedule, because obviously they can dash at the same speed as Air Force One, duh. Both of them were in the Prime Minister's office, along with , England's Minister of Magic. America was once again sobbing dramatically, upon hearing the fact that he was going to spend an ENITRE FRIKKEN YEAR with that stoopid Brit and his stupid forehead beards and his stupid tea-loving, sexy-waitering, flamboyantly gay self. Even though secretly it turned him on. Oh, and Alfie still had NOOOOO idea what the hell he did to deserve such a horrible punishment. Maybe it was because he was selling his addictive weed tea (which comprised of pot, crack cocaine, heroin, and a bunch of other drug crap. And remember kiddies, drugs are bad) to the damned Brits, causing them to get MEGA-HIGH and do stupid American things. BUT THAT COULDN'T BE IT.
"Now, in order to cause less confusion for the students," Fudge stated, jerking Alfred out of his reverie, "The Headmaster and I have decided to "pre-sort" you or something retarded like that,because the students would be all like "WTF ARE THOSE OLD DUDES DOIN' GETTING' SORTED" and stuff. SO, we have decided that you, Alfred, will be placed in Gryffindor, while Arthur will be in Slytherin. Because the author likes clichés like that."
"Is this Gryffindor place thing where the heroes go?" America asked.
"Yes," Mr. Obama said, silently preparing himself for America's coming reaction.
"YES!" America shouted in pure joy, all sadness quickly forgotten. Glasses shattered, and the Prime Minister's and Fudge's ears started shooting out blood in all directions, that's how powerfulAlfie's scream was. After screaming, Alfred was subdued with a fit of very loud laughter, occasionally interjection his obnoxious laugh with words such as "HEROOOOO" and "AWESOME."
"OK. Get this bloody wanker out of my office," The Prime Minister said, turning his back on the lot.