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Harry:
“Remind me why we have to go to the United States again?” I grumbled.
“Harry. Do you not want to go to the best training camp in all of…the world?” One of my best friends, Hermes pushed his way to the center of the group of Hogwarts students who were heading to Creekwood, Wisconsin. I quickly followed him. We then went through security and headed to our gate.
“Herm. Do we even know it’s the best?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? You know Sirius and Lupin went here, it must be good! You think they’d lie to you?”
“...No. But you know…”
Ron, my other best friend, who you could identify from a mile away with his bright red hair, barged into the conversation. “Guys! This is crazy!!”
“Yeah, going to America? Man, I’ve heard all these rumors, like their fast food, and people talk to other people - publicly? Like in the streets people’ll just come up to you and talk to you?!” I bit back a grin. Hermes was way too excited for America.
“Bro. You realize we are going to the middle of absolutely fucking nowhere. There are not going to be people to talk to, much less big fast food corporations around the corner,” Ron rolled his eyes.
“Okay, sure…But it’s the concept, you know. Just being in America is crazy to me.”
“Boarding flight 252 to Madison, Wisconsin!”
Ranma:
“Genuinely why the fuck are we going to America,” my fiance, Akane, said.
“Come on. The real question is why are you asking this question for the 5,023rd time,” I replied sarcastically.
“That’s an oddly specific number.”
“Ok, ok, and-” I couldn’t find a comeback. “Anyway, let’s just try out this training camp. Pops said it’ll be good. For both of us.”
“Ranma. It’s literally in America.”
“Yeah?? And?? I go to China like all the time.”
“First of all, no you don’t. Second of all, it’s in America. So we could get…you know..deported.”
“God, Akane! We won’t get deported. Let’s just focus on training, okay?”
“Ranma. Fine.” She sighed.
“Boarding flight 324 to Denver, Colorado!”