Connor honestly tried not to pick favorites. He was supposed to grade his students based on their merits, not on his personal opinions of them, but that was proving to be a challenge.
And, really, these kids didn't have any 'merits' to speak of. He was supposed to teach them how to defend themselves against Dark creatures, and, in all honesty, none of them would last long fighting even Lorne.
One group, according to the gossip, had gone out and fought, and survived, even. Harry Potter and his two friends, Gryffindors, brave of heart- and cocky as hell. Connor didn't particularly like them. They'd gotten too lucky, too often, and they were fools if they mistook that for actual experience.
On the other end of the spectrum were Draco Malfoy and his cronies. Slytherins, with sharp minds and silver tongues, clever as fuck and just as cowardly. (From what Connor has gathered, though, Slytherin was against all of the other Houses, so perhaps the 'cowardly' bit was just prejudice on the other three's part.) Either way, they were petty and backbiting, the worst kind of allies.
The other two Houses weren't much better. While Ravenclaws were intelligent, they tended to over-think things, and overcomplicate. And the Hufflepuffs…they were just kind of there. Cannon fodder, clad in black and yellow.
Apart, the Hogwarts Houses didn't stand a chance against the things that go 'bump'.
However, together, they stood slightly more of a chance.
Connor stifled a sigh, watching Potter and Malfoy exchange snide remarks. It was just that getting them to work together, without killing each other, was the problem.