"My job is pulling strings and making knots." Said he, a smirk smudged and smeared across his mouth and even in his arched brows, as he lead them to destination numero uno. "Any boy scout can do that. Next stop, Billy gets sorted. Hopefully not into Hufflepuff like I fuckin' did."
The list of priorities had consequently dwindled smoothly along with their loosely methodical plan. Good. Vince was highly appreciative of the gesture bestowed upon him and wanted to make sure that his new friend felt rewarded for it. Tour of the fake scenery, check, museum where Dorky McAllister was going to get sorted, next. If they were hungry afterward, or if Billy had to bolt by then, either case would inevitably be met with Billy going back into his space machine where there was a surprise shoved down the side of the driver's door...
But, obviously the most important thing which the cosmos had planned for their day of budding, fateful friendship, was the useful endeavor of knowing exactly which Hogwarts house Billy belonged in.
The museum had old costumes, figurines, security, and a whole upstairs dedicated to Harry Potter. It wasn't too far. Smashed between some offices. They'd take the elevator to the second Harry Potter floor, of course. Giant acromantula to greet them kindly.
The sorting hat sat upon a chair in the middle. A single sallow light upon it. Unfortunately missing was the heavenly music, but Vince provided it sarcastically. A man whose only job was to put the hat onto somebody's head stepped forward.
Vince stopped 'aaaaaaahhhhh'ing operatically to announce, "The moment of truth!"