A boy covered in sickly green spots ran through the corridor at a strikingly fast pace followed by a seemingly-normal looking red-haired kid. Sir Cadogan was visiting there, near the Fat Lady who guarded the Gryffindor Entrance so dearly. "Little children, what are your names?" Sir Cadogan asked.

The red-haired one introduced himself, "I'm Albus Dumbledore. And you a-"

"Albus, that's Sir Cadogan!" Elphias Doge, the kid with the pockmarks interrupted, "He defeated the Wyvern of Wye!"

"Really?" Albus looked up with awe in his light blue eyes. "I never-"

"And I was one of the Knights of the Round Table," Cadogan interrupted, puffing his chest out to look even stronger. "Merlin personally invited me."

"Wow, I want to be just like you," Albus said, admiring the brave knight.

Sir Cadogan smiled down at the boy and said, "You will accomplish great things Albus Dumbledore," the man in the portrait said, primarily because he had just been complimented.

"Really?" Albus was in awe. He didn't know how to react to this.

"I can sense it in you."

Once the two boys had met up with the rest of the First Years and their Prefect had let them into the Common Room, Sir Cadogan was free. "So, what do you think of the 1892 first years, Mary?" he asked.

The Fat Lady responded with, "They're probably going to be the same as the ones from 1891, 1890, 1879, and you get the point. They'll sneak out and wake me up from my well-deserved naps, as do all children. And then they'll forget the password so they'll end up crying and waiting for their best friend to come get them."

"You know, if I were the guardian of the Gryffindor Tower, I would change the password several times a day to make sure that no intruders would get in," Sir Cadogan said, puffing out his deflated chest once more, under the illusion that it made him look tougher.

Mary scoffed. "You'd probably make it nonsensical and stupid. Perhaps Scurvy Cur or some such."

"And? None of the Slytherins would guess it!" Cadogan argued, appearing in Mary's portrait.

"Do you think that any of the Gryffindors would get it either?" Mary retorted.

"Well, it would keep the tower safe from intruders."

"Tell me, what qualifies as an intruder to you?"

"Someone who isn't in Gryffindor trying to enter the Gryffindor tower," Sir Cadogan said, taking a seat next to the fat woman.

Mary sighed. "What if it's Headmistress Eupraxia Mole? She's a Hufflepuff, remember?"

The knight shrugged his shoulders, unsure of his answer. He sat there, thinking, and wondering what he would do. Admittedly, he hadn't thought of this scenario very often. Instead, he tried to piece together information about the world that he overheard from students. "I'd have her compliment me and then I'd let her in." Cadogan finally said. "Then she would praise me for being 'oh so noble'."

"The Muggleborns have been getting quite skinnier lately, don't you think," The Fat Lady changed the subject, not wanting to argue with her friend anymore. "Apparently there's something called the industrial revolution in the Muggle world. I heard some people talking about it. What do you reckon it is?"

"I think it's the Muggles purposely starving themselves so they can get magic like us. Maybe those who succeed go to Hogwarts," Cadogan said, fidgeting and adjusting his position on the bench. "That's definitely not how you did it," He added, nodding towards her girth with a chuckle.

Mary aimed a fist to his head. There was a loud clank as her first hit his metal helmet and she winced as she moved her hand back, "That hurt! I was a pureblood! If I were a squib, my family would have disowned me."

"Well if you were a Squib, you would starve yourself and become magical, just like the Muggles do."

Mary scoffed, "That's definitely not what the industrial revolution was all about. My bets are on famine and the muggles were revolving to solve it and that caused a boom in the farming industry, thus dubbing it the Industrial Revolution."

"Muggles are so weird, aren't they?" Sir Cadogan remarked, finding it funny how the two of them had two theories on how the same event happened. "Earlier today I heard some Muggleborns were talking about how Communism makes people share everything. "

"Isn't that the new country that was founded a few years ago?" The Fat Lady asked, genuinely confused about where Communism was in the first place.

"Yeah, I think it's east of Scotland," Cadogan added. "Maybe it's in Asia somewhere."

"Apparently in Communism, you have to share everything, even your house. That makes for a really weird place to live. Imagine all of the paintings residing in one frame." Mary recalled, thinking about what it would be like to share her painting with Sir Cadogan. It was quite a disturbing thought. He was too arrogant, too creepy, too cocky to share a painting with. She really preferred having her own, thank you very much.

Sir Cadogan was apparently thinking along the same lines, "Imagine having to share one wand with everyone in your country. It wouldn't be fun for anybody. There would be no use for spells...And you couldn't use magic to save people!" He said the last part like it was the worst thing in the world.

"It is the wand that chooses the wizard," Mary added. "If a wizard doesn't use the right wand, the consequences of such would be reflected Communism."

"I don't wanna live in Communism!" Cadogan cried, "If I rescued someone, I wouldn't get any of the glory for it!"

While the two were complaining about how bad Communism was, a small second-year was approaching. The two of them were in such a heated conversation that they didn't notice her approach. "W-what are you guys talking about?" the second year asked.

"Nothing important," Cadogan said hurriedly, swinging the portrait open without the young girl giving any password. When she entered, she looked thoroughly confused.

"She didn't give a password you moron! That's my job! What's wrong with you?"

"I wanted to try," Sir Cadogan whined.

The Fat Lady shrugged her shoulders, too tired to deal with Cadogan.

The second year thought to herself, What was that all about?

Ah yes, communism.

House: Gryffindor

Year: Seventh Year Stand-in

Category: Standard

Prompt: [Time Period] Dumbledore's school era

Words: 1053

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