Muggle Studies was an elective that was offered from third year and above. Hermione's schedule was fairly minimal. She had four classes to teach throughout the week. Each of her classes had 20-25 students composed of students from all four houses.

As the students filtered into her first class, Hermione felt butterflies rioting in her stomach. It's ok, she reassured herself. Worst case, I can just fall back on the Muggle Studies curriculum. The Muggle Studies curriculum was mostly focused on the Witch Trials and spells that were used to adapt Muggle technology for wizard use. The fifth years had settled in and Hermione noticed that they seemed so young. Had I ever looked so young, wondered Hermione? Hermione had requested that her class be scheduled right before lunch or at the end of the day for a particular reason. She began her class with a request..

"Raise your hand if you've ever talked to a muggle." Around half the class raised their hands. "Wonderful! Can anyone tell me the difference between Wizards and Muggles?" There was a pause. A weedy looking boy raised his hand. Hermione nodded to him. "Yes, Mr. . . ."

"Blackwood, Professor. The difference is that muggles can't do magic."

Hermione nodded. "Good. Two points to Slytherin. While that is the defining difference between Muggles and Wizards, there are many more differences between these two groups. What are some other differences?"

The pause was longer this time. Just when Hermione was about to continue, a girl with curly auburn hair seated among two other Hufflepuffs raised her hand.

"Yes, Ms. . . .?"

"Muggles are weaker, Professor. And I'm Sophie Pritchard."

"How are they weaker, Ms. Pritchard? Could you please clarify?" Hermione asked. An argument could be made that Muggles were physically less hardy than Wizards. However there were plenty of Muggles who were healthier and stronger than the average Wizard.

"They can't withstand basic spells and curses, Professor. Any first year could take a Muggle." The Hufflepuff girl clarified.

"Ok, let's call that less resistant to magical damage." As she awarded the student two points, Hermione noticed a girl with bright red hair raise her hand. The girl was wearing Gryffindor robes and seemed to be staring the Hufflepuff girl, Pritchard down.

"Yes, Ms. . . ." Hermione trailed off. She knew this was Ms. Evans. Ms. Lily Evans, one of the most well known heroes of the first war. The impact this girl would have on the entire British Wizarding World was immeasurable. Yet here she was in front of Hermione, ignorant of how she had impacted her own life. Ignorant of the fate of her future son, Hermione's best friend. Hermione felt as if she was in a dream, amorphous and unknowable. Is this real, she wondered to herself. Am I here? She was jolted from her thoughts as the girl spoke her name clearly.

"Lily Evans, Professor Granger. A significant difference between Wizards and Muggles is that Muggles have been innovating with technology and science, whereas Wizards tend not to understand basic scientific concepts like electricity." Hermione nodded. Though she wouldn't have phrased it like that, Lily was right. Wizards were remarkably ignorant of the Muggle scientific discoveries and technological advancement that even they used on a daily basis.

"Good point, Ms. Evans. Two points to Gryffindor. As we've just learned, there are more differences between these two cultures than just magic. We will be learning some basics of Muggle technology and how it interfaces with the Wizarding World. We will also be learning how to present ourselves and behave around Muggles in order to preserve the Statute of Secrecy and avoid harming them. Finally, we will explore some of the joys of the Muggle World that you may not have come across just yet." Hermione cast a Tempus. Her delivery should be arriving soon. Just then there was a loud crack, as a House Elf appeared holding a wobbling tower of flat square boxes stacked on top of each other. A tantalizing smell permeated the classroom and even the sleepy students took notice, including Sirius Black.

"Thank you, Dilly," Hermione said to the House Elf. Dilly placed the boxes on Hermione's desk. The House Elf held out a hand with Muggle currency. It was change from the money Hermione had given Dilly earlier to pay the delivery man. "You can keep that, Dilly. I appreciate you going to the muggle village to pick this up from the delivery man."

"You's welcome, Missy Grangie." Dilly popped away without argument and Hermione smiled at this small victory. When she turned around to face the class, every single student had their eyes on her. Lily Evans sported a knowing smile. "Ok, for ten points to your house, can anyone tell me what this is?"

Three hands shot into the air. Hermione was tempted to pick Evans, but was surprised to see a boy who had mostly kept his head down up till this point with his hand in the air. "You. . . Mr. . . ."

"Snape. It's pizza!" His voice held a sense of suppressed urgency. Hermione smiled.

"Yes! Exactly. Pizza is a very popular Muggle food." Hermione awarded Slytherin ten points. "I'll call you up to get pizza based on who can answer some questions about the role of pizza in Muggle culture." There was a low buzz in the classroom, their wariness at consuming Muggle food countered by the delicious aroma and their hunger.

"Ok, for ten more points and first go at this muggle delicacy, where did pizza come from?" Only one hand was raised. "Ms. Evans?"

"Italy?"

"Correct! The modern pizza came from Naples, Italy. It was popularized in the UK in the 1950s by Italian immigrants. Ten points to Gryffindor and please queue for pizza." There was a cheer from the Gryffindors and they quickly queued for the pizza. Hermione conjured paper plates and napkins and the students, led by Lily Evans, quickly served themselves pizza.

While they were helping themselves, Hermione turned back to the rest of the students. "Ok, next question. What ingredients go into pizza?" She chose Snape.

"Bread, cheese, tomato sauce, and whatever toppings you want." Snape said.

"Correct," said Hermione. She shouldn't be surprised, after all he had grown up with a muggle father. "Ten points to Slytherin, and Slytherins come get your pizza!" The Slytherins lined up and served themselves, while Hermione turned back to the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

"What ingredients go into a margherita pizza?" She asked. By this point, the Gryffindors had started eating. There was a light chatter and the mood of the classroom was lively. "Merlin, this is good." Sirius Black groaned. There was light discussion but no one raised their hand. "No one?" asked Hermione. "I'll give you a clue. There are three ingredients and one is a cheese, one is an essential pizza ingredient that has already been mentioned, and one is an herb." A portly Ravenclaw raised her hand. "Yes, Ms. . . ."

"Isla Hawke. Does it have tomatoes?"

"Yes! That is the second ingredient. Do you have a guess for the other two?"

"Cheddar?"

"Nope. Try again."

"Mozzarella?"

"Correct! That's two out of the three. I'll help you out with the third, it's basil! Margherita pizza gets its name from Queen Margherita who tried the style in Naples and really enjoyed it! Go ahead and get your pizza, Ravenclaws!" They all excitedly chattered as they served themselves pizza. Hermione turned back to the Hufflepuffs. "Last question. This one is worth twenty points! Name twenty ingredients you'd want to eat on top of a pizza! You may work together on this."

"Pepperoni." "Sausage!" Students called out the expected ingredients and even some non-Hufflepuffs joined in. Some weird ingredients were thrown in too...

"Dragon Liver!" "Ashwinder Egg." Hermione winced. And some people fine pineapple controversial, she thought to herself. When the students settled down, Hermione granted the twenty points to Hufflepuff and the previously forgotten ten points to Ravenclaws while the Hufflepuffs excitedly served themselves. Hermione grabbed herself a slice as well and let the students chatter in a happy mood.

Pretty good start, she thought to herself. But she couldn't relax and eat just yet. There were a couple things missing from this party. With an Accio, she summoned two packs of Coca-Cola, and asked the students to help themselves. Finally, she pulled out a record she had procured from a muggle shop. "Circumrota," she said, and the record started spinning. Then she pulled out a needle she had attached to a cone with a sticking charm. The cone had a Sonorus on it. Hermione charmed the needle to stay in place with a "Wingardium Leviosa Permanae," an advanced, lesser known form of Wingardium Leviosa that did not require constant attention and slowly the scratchy noise of a record was broadcast into the classroom. Freddie Mercury asked through the makeshift speaker. . .

"Is this the real life?"

She noticed Evans, Snape, and a coffee-skinned Ravenclaw girl take notice of her setup. She presumed these were her muggleborn or muggle savvy students and was proven right when Ravenclaw warbled along. . .

"Is this just fantasy?"

A wave of amusement went through the class and the girl's housemates were giving her wide grins. A moment later outright laughs broke out as the students realized their new Professor had joined in as well. . .

"Caught in a la-andslide, no escape from reality."

At next line, Hermione was surprised to hear Lily's questionable singing voice. . .

"Open your eyes, look up to the skies and seeee."

And then, true shock when Severus Snape followed along. . .

"I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy."

The entire fifth year Muggle Studies class looked on as this unlikely quartet sang their own rendition of this 70's hit that would shake the world again after Queen's death in the 90's. As they sang along, Hermione knew she would have to preserve this memory. If she ever got back to the future, Harry would be so happy to see his mother singing along. As for little Snape? Well, it would be a very pleasant memory honoring the hero he was destined to become. And it would have been excellent blackmail had he survived, mused a maudlin Hermione.

They sang only about a minute of it as it was a long song. But the chatter had raised to a much louder volume and Hermione caught snippets of conversation being had by her students.

"-weird song, innit? Like an opera but I can understa-"

"-need another pizza, mate. D'you think the House Elv-"

"-haven't finished my essay for Potions. Can I please see yours, I promis-"

"-why haven't you taken me on a pizza date, Evans-"

"-waste of time this class will be-"

There was about ten minutes left, so Hermione sent a Silencio at the record player and shot red sparks from her wand to get everyone's attention. It took a minute for everyone to settle down in their seats again.

"Now there are some pieces of Muggle culture I would like to share with you. Feel free to get more pizza while I am sharing but stay quiet so everyone can pay attention. There will be a self-graded quiz on this information and it will NOT count towards your grade. You may take notes but it's not required."

Hermione went on to teach the class that this was a fairly typical pizza party (in the 90's at least, she thought to herself). She explained the concept of records and shared the names of currently popular bands. She added in the concept of Karaoke and explained it was done in the absence of the original vocals. She expanded on popular pizza toppings and explained food delivery. Finally, she told the students to practice Circumrota as that could actually be considered part of the curriculum.

When class ended and the students all cleared out, Hermione finally enjoyed her pizza and coke. Success tasted quite nice.