"He’s not on the faculty table either," Hermione whispered, eyes scanning up and down the table anxiously, before stopping on a new face (a new face to her, at least), and narrowing, "Do you think that’s the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor?" Harry followed her gaze, and glared balefully at the familiar toad like woman ahead of him, her head inclined to Dumbledore, saying something in his ear. A familiar pink head band pulled her light brown curls out of her face, and a horrendously fluffy pink cardigan made the other Professor’s look positively pallid in comparison. It was with a conscious effort that Harry unclenched his jaw.