"Such a disgrace, who let's their children run around wild like this, trouble, the lot of them" Harry and Hermione’s eyes grew hard as they took in the middle class Muggles. Little Hangleton had always been a predominantly middle class home with the two exceptions; the Riddle family being quite high class, and the Gaunt family being low class because of Marvolo Gaunt and his Father before him. "I would be careful Muggle" Harry hissed enjoying the horrified look on the woman's face for being spoken to with such disrespect by a child, and the confused expression on her husband's face at the unusual word which was clearly an insult. "You don't know who you might make mad" Hermione sneered, her eyes flickered to the side to look at her brother, despite wanting to put the Muggle in her place Hermione knew she couldn't let it go too far without bringing the Aurors and Ministry down on them. Compared to Harry, Hermione was level-headed and a thinker, more like a Ravenclaw, whereas Harry never thought ahead, just enjoyed creating chaos and havoc. "Well I never!" the woman cried out. "What? Had an actual thought?" Harry shot back causing Draco, Blaise and Theo to laugh loudly behind them. "Do you even know who you speak to?" Hermione snarled, despite not being able to use their magical status, she remembered the stories of the Gaunt and Riddle family and knew she could use it to their advantage.