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"Well, are you going to ask him?" Ron rudely bumped Hermione's shoulder, earning a glare from the girl, "I know you're just dying to know." He huffed.
"I can't just ask him a question like that!" Hermione looked rather offended, "Besides, I expect Professor Kirkland will tell us a little about himself during his introduction."
"I don't think he's a Muggle-born," Harry added casually, "He just looks like someone who doesn't like to dress in robes," He shrugged, now being the one who was gaining blank looks, "One of those kind of people?"
"Well, it should not matter if he is a Muggle-born or not!" Hermione declared, "As long as he is a competent teacher, his background should not matter!"
"Well, I'm glad you think so, Miss Granger," Professor Kirkland's voice came from behind them, "However, I do not appreciate gossip behind one's back," He said in a no-nonsense tone, "Five points from Gryffindor." He said calmly, not even bothering to listen to the groans.
"And for the record, Mister Potter," He turned around and gave a mysterious smile, "I am neither a Pure-blood nor a Muggle-born," He stated, and even in his surprise, Harry could hear Professor Kirkland mutter something under his breath about 'wearing robes before, but those bloody gits ridiculed them'... "Now, class, time to begin – we'll be staring on–"
"I don't care what he is," Lavender whispered beside him, "He's so hot (even with those hideous eyebrows!)" She said dreamily.
Harry knew this would be a long year already...
