"And that's how the greedy capitalist pigs of Great Britain are screwing with the common working man and why the latter is perpetually in debt to the former."
"Oh shut up, Harry, it's too early for you Marxist propaganda. And anyway, even if a Communism was set up, we both know that an anarchy is the only way to end the system's inherent problems."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Oh shut up the both of you. Harry--cruel dictators almost always head Communisms, repressing the common man often times more than the capitalist system that Marx so hated. Hermione--people would take advantage of anarchy to cause destruction and death, unless the people of the aarchy were all knid-hearted and infinitely tolerant. If not, then the area would be taken over by warlords and we'd get zapped back to the feudal age," he said.
Just the, Draco Malfoy happened to be strolling by.
"It's the Lenin and Trotsky Comedy Team," Draco said, in a mock entrepeneureal voice, "Lenin tells the jokes, Trotsky throws the pies, and Stalin is the drunken, possibly dangerous talent at the piano."
"Ugh...Malfoy," the three friends muttered together, annoyed at Draco's evaluation at their political discussion.
They promptly returned to their breakfast.
"Say, has anyone seen Ginny lately?" asked Ron, who was fiercely protective of his sister.
"I think she's eating further down the Gryffindor table today with Jenniferette Waxil and Sarah Creazil," replied Hermione.
Ron looked down the table.
She certainly has been hanging out with them a lot lately..." he said, a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Yeah, don't they hang out with that Colin Creevey kid?" questioned Hermione.
"Ugh, Colin Creevey," Harry said disgustedly, "That kid was so creepy when he first got here, idolizing me and all that rot. Good thing he's changed quite a bit in his years."
"Good thing indeed, " Hermione replied mockingly, "If Creevey hadn't stopped worshipping you, you might still be going through your old celebrity diva days."
"Harry is not, not ever was, a diva!" snapped Ron, "Now, shut up about that, my client Mr. Potter does not like to speak of those times."
"Ron!"
"Sorry, Harry."
"Well," said Hermione, "I just hope Ginny doesn't sart to associate with Colin Creevey--or, as I like to call him, Colonel Creepy."
Written by my good friend Beatrice.
Much Love...