Moon Phases // Professor Lupin

Chapter Three

The next day was filled with monotony and tedium from all of her professors. Remus once again was absent from class, and much to her dismay, good ol Snivelus filled in for him. Snape knew better than to pick a fight with Paisley, though, so he ignored her for the entirety of the class.

"Listen, listen," Hank cleared his throat and stood on a table in the common room, "Let's assume, Marxist ideals were successful and eliminated all social classes. Would punk rock exist?"

Paisley often talked about muggle topics like communism and punk rock, never failing to grab the attention of the group. She taught them all sorts of muggle things, from Nirvana to To Kill a Mockingbird.

"Absolutely not," Marley decided.

"Of course it would," Winston sighed, "Teenagers will always find something to complain about and put into song form with heavy guitar riffs and screaming vocals."

"No, no, no," Marley got up and Hank pulled her onto the table as he stepped down, "Punk rock and the entire grunge movement is the recognition of the class divide! If there is no class divide, there's no punk rock!"

"What's stopping them from writing songs about societal norms? If there's no class divide, then everyone's the same right? So then what's stopping Green Day from writing an album devoted to the monotony of everyday life in a society where everybody's a mindless drone?" Sydney asked, somewhat aggressively. Normally she didn't side with Winston on these matters so it was an interesting turn of events.

"Keep it mind, this is a hypothetical situation," Hank assured them.

"What about you, Big P?" Marley motioned to Paisley for input.

"First, never call me Big P ever again. Second, I think destroying the class divide would lead to bigger problems than music erasure but I agree with Marley," she decided, as Marley pulled her up onto the table, "You gotta take into account, though, that punk culture promotes anarchy, gender equality, and gay rights. So assuming Marx was successful, punk wouldn't be as underground as it was. In fact, it would probably be mainstream music since it reflected the beliefs of the political and economic structure."

"Fuck, Paisley," Marley gave her a pat on the shoulder, "Good shit."

"Get your muddy boots off the table," a girl's voice came from the direction of the dorms, "People who aren't neanderthals need it."

"Awesome, let us know when they show up," Marley barked.

Christina Melbourne. Chris. Seventh year. Total bitch.

"Funny, Marlene," Chris said, walking up to the table followed by a Ravenclaw sixth year girl.

Paisley laughed at Marley, "You just got full named."

"Oh Paisley,"Chris turned her attention to the other girl on the table, "How are your muggle parents doing?"

"I assume my dad's not doing too well," Paisley shrugged, "Cuz he's dead."

Marley and the rest of the group stifled laughter while Chris just squinted her eyes at her.

"You're so weird," she groaned, "I don't even have to insult you, you do it to yourself."

"No, please, go on, I'm interested in hearing your surface level observations."

"Doesn't take much to see you're a jackass," another girl, Daniella said.

Dani was a total follower. Stereotypical eighties movie goon sidekick. Not much to see there.

"Dani," Sydney sighed, "Always a pleasure."