At the back of the Hogwart’s library, behind the stacks on Goblin Rebellions and Medieval Stitching Methods, two heads could be seen bent closely together at one of the many old tables. One revealed long and unruly strawberry blonde hair and one revealed a startling shade of turquoise. However, it wasn’t the distinctive hair colors which would attract an outsider’s attention, it was the furious whispers. 

“I’m telling you, Automatic for the People is a much better album than Kid A could ever hope to be,” exclaimed the boy with the oddly colored hair.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, you philistine! Kid A is a brilliant record, just because you’re too impatient to take the time to appreciate it,” retorted the girl. 

Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley were having their bi-weekly music argument, the one which all of their friends had quickly tired of. That was, of course, the reason behind their re-location to the dusty depths of the library. 

“Yes, you’re right, it’s music that’s perfect for studious misanthropes,” Teddy teased with an irreverent grin. 

“First off, not all Ravenclaws are studious misanthropes. Just because I happen to find potions fascinating does not make me a bloody misanthrope. Secondly, I’d rather be a misanthrope than a illogical Gryffindor,” Victoire returned with vicious gusto. 

“I am not illogical! Look at the one who is stereotyping now, Vicki.” Teddy smirked. 

“Stop calling me that. You know that I hate it when you call me that.”

“I know. That’s why I do it.”

The pair exchanged grins before looking away embarrassedly. Before the moment could become too awkward, they were distracted by the arrival of a whirlwind First Year in the form of the messy and eternally mischievous James Potter. 

“Oi! James! R.E.M. or Radiohead?”

“Neither, you swots. It’s all about Led Zeppelin.”

And so, inevitably, the debate wore on.