A/N: sorry this is so short…but another one's comin up!
Hermione
"Oh my," Hermione gasped, looking from the ghost to Dumbledore, "But won't people…I mean…I don't see…won't this cause a…" she couldn't find the right words.
"I trust this will not cause a panic," Dumbledore quietly said.
"But Professor," Ron slowly said, turning to him, "If he is our new defense against the dark arts teacher, and we're not supposed to tell anyone…how is that supposed to work?" he asked.
Hermione had the same question running around her head.
"I want this to be a surprise to Harry. If you tell someone, even if it's not Harry, he will find out before he has this class, and that would ruin it," Dumbledore patiently explained.
"How are you going to keep people from panicking?" Hermione asked.
"I will wait outside of the classroom door and at the beginning of each class and I will explain that there is no need to worry."
Hermione didn't see how that was going to work, "But…but…"
The ghost suddenly woke up and looked at them, "Ah! Ron, Hermione, good to see you, good to see you," he said, gliding toward them. His clothes looked as if they had been worn without being washed for the past ten or so years and his face was gaunt and pale.
"But…" Hermione repeated.
Dumbledore mischievously put a finger to his lips, winked at them and disappeared.
