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whonada-chan: You're right, Time Dust does sound like something out of Doctor Who. Didn't realize that before. That's hilarious. I'm not quite sure if I want to explain Time Dust or leave it to your imaginations, because what I come up with might not be...I don't know, as interesting as what someone else might come up with. And don't apologize for nitpicking-it's how people improve in life in general.

ILiveNearLondon: Sounds like how some Americans feel about President Obama (not trying to offend anyone, just for the record, simply stating a fact). There might be some Americans who use the word "posh", but it's not something that you would hear over here very often. And yeah, I know that the "British accent" is nonexistant, but in general, Americans love the accents from that general area. And yeah, the slang is different all around the world (and can be pretty confusing). For example, I just recently learned that a "thong" is very, very different in Australia than it is in the U.S. Apparently in Australia it means a shoe. In America... well, it's very different. Let's leave it at that.

Me: Well, thank you all for reviews, follows, or favorites-oh, thank you for just reading!

Disclaimer: *Laveycee owns almost nothing.*

Last time: "Well," Britain sighed, "he does owe me a favor."

Britain shifted his weight from his left leg to his right awkwardly. This was definitely not his first choice of who to go to for something from 1995. Anyone else-except the frog, of course-would have been better.

The door opened a crack. "What do you want?" asked the voice of ex-Minister Cornelius Fudge.

"Hello, Mr. Fudge. I don't know if you recognize me, but-" Britain was cut off.

"You!" spat Fudge. "You could've helped me stay in office, you know! Supported me and he-"

"No, I couldn't have," Britain said coolly. "I have more influence with the Muggle Ministry, and even my power there is very limited-I am merely on the payroll as a counsellor to the Prime Minister. (1) As far as the Ministry of Magic is concerned, I am nobody."

What was visible of Fudge's face gaped. "May I come in, by the way?" Britain asked. "It's rather rude to leave a guest outside, you know." Without waiting for Fudge to respond, he pushed past the dumbstruck man and into the foyer of the rather large house. (2) Britain gazed around the room. It was richly decorated with gold trimmings and portraits of whom he assumed were ancestors. "Why don't we go into the parlor and you can request a house elf (3) to bring us some tea?"

"L-look here, I don't know what power you hold over the Muggle Minister, but you can't just barge in here demanding tea! Furthermore, you weren't exactly doing a great job during the war, were you? Where were you when you were n-"

"Shut up," Britain hissed, leaning foward, green eyes blazing with anger. "The war was not my fault-I can't be expected to tell my citizens what to think, no matter what you may think! Or not think, as it may be," Britain amended.

Fudge bristled. "Who're you to tell me to shut up?!"

"I am," Britain growled, "the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and I require your...help." Britain waited for Fudge's response-would he freak out or calmly accept it?

"What do you mean, you're the United Kindgom?" Fudge asked, eyes narrowed.

"Exactly what I said. I am the personification of the United Kingdom-I'm usually known as 'Britain' or 'England', however, you may call me 'Arthur'. Or 'Mr. Kirkland', depending on how formal you want to be," Britain told him, not bothering to go into any more detail; Fudge was no longer one of his bosses anymore, and had never shown any interest in who-or what, rather-Britain was, so why should he explain now? "And I need something from you."

"Aren't you going to-" Fudge began.

"No," Britain said simply. "And my answer will not change."

"Fine. What-" Britain could tell that Fudge was forcing himself to remain calm and not yell-"do you need?"

"In the year 1995, the Ministry created several Decrees for Education and posted them at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, did it not?"

"Yes," Fudge said slowly.

"Do you still possess the original parchment they were printed on?"

"Yes..."

"May I have them?"

"Y-wait, what?! What the hell do you need those for?!" Fudge demanded loudly.

"I need them to prove something to my...colleagues," Britain said carefully.

"Why do you need to prove anything to them? If they don't believe you about something, they don't believe you about something. Wait-" Fudge's eyes widened- "they aren't Muggles, are they? You can't expose magic to Muggles, Kirkland! You should know that!"

"No need to worry, Mr. Fudge. My colleagues are not Muggles."

"Then why do you need an original Decree? Why not just look one up in the Archives with them?"

"I do not need to explain myself to you. Will you or will you not help me?"

"What will you do for me?" Fudge asked-there was no way that he was just going to randomly help some person.

"I won't tell anyone about your former Senior Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge's...collection of your...personal items." (4)

Fudge's face pales. "How-how did you-"

"I know lots of things, Mr. Fudge. Now, will you help me?"

"I... Fine. Which one do you want?" Fudge grumbled, disliking that he was at the mercy of some lunatic.

"I want the Decree that declared Dolores Umbridge High Inquisitor of Hogwarts," Britain told him.

"Number twenty-three," Fudge mumbled. "Yes, I think I have it... Follow me."

Britain and Fudge went to the basement where there were several filing cabinets. "I want Educational Decree Number Twenty-three," Fudge announced.

Suddenly a filing cabinet drawer flew open and some invisible force started rifling through it. Then, a slightly worn piece of parchment floated over to Fudge, who waved it over towards Britain.

"Thank you, Mr. Fudge. I should probably go now..." Britain waited for Fudge to show him out. "Ah, could you show me the way out?" Britain prompted.

"Follow me," Fudge said curtly, striding out of the room and into the front hallway. "Goodbye."

"Thank you for your time. Goodbye, Mr. Fudge." With that, Britain walked out. It was around ten p.m., and he had to be at the meeting around eight a.m. to get the spell prepared.

(1) Counsellor to the Prime Minister: Somehow I get the feeling that the nations are working for their governments, but they can only advise their bosses (however, said boss may or may not listen).

(2) Fudge's "rather large house": I see the job of Minister of/for Magic as paying very well, and Fudge seems to be the type of person who would flaunt that money to everyone-like, "Look at me! I'm important~!"

(3) House elf policy: I think that while in the Wizarding World, Britain is more-or-less accepting of the treatment of house elves, but agrees with Hermione Granger that they deserve equal rights-but he can't actively participate.

(4) Dolores' collection of Fudge's "personal items": I have no idea, but it sounds like something she'd do-she was kinda stalkery and obsessed with Fudge.

Me: Aaand... the meeting and spell will be in the next chapter. Yeah, it's being kinda-sorta-

Spock: That's not a word.

Me: Shh. Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to interrupt? Anyway, this is being drug out a little, but I think it'll be worth it in the long run. Hopefully.

Spock: Go work on the next chapter.

Me: Don't tell me what to do. Anyway, next chapter might be up this weekend, because I finished this chapter sooner than expected. See y'all later!

Spock: Goodbye.

Me: P.S. Is anyone else having freaky weather? Cuz it's all warm and humid here (which isn't that odd, but the warmth and the ton of rain at this time of year is...), which is just not right in the St. Louis area in January. It should be freezing here. I blame global warming.

Spock: P.P.S. This chapter wasn't very long either. We are quite sorry, but it was...unavoidable. Laveycee ended it at what seemed to be the logical place for her.