Alphard held up the medal, tears of joy falling down his cheeks as he held up the prize. "Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me. I mean, getting the Noble Peace Prize! Me? My family would have laughed at me when I was younger, but-"
"Oh no, we still do!"
Alphard sneered. "Oh shut up, Evan, I have blackmail photos of you."
"Yeah right."
"You want to test me, nephew-? I-"
The announcer of the prize coughed into his hand, bring the attention back to him instead of the bickering relatives. "Thank you, Mister Black, if we could, uh, get back on schedule. We have nine others waiting after you, and we only have this auditorium for the next three hours…"
Alphard laughed and patted the announcer on the shoulder, nearly knocking over the man. "Hehehe- sorry about that!"
Once again, this is for the amazing Liza (Forever Siriusly Sirius) who is wonderful and spectacular and I will make her ship this odd pairing if it's the last thing I do. :D
I don't own Harry Potter.
If You Dare: 86. Nobel Peace Prize