Jeorge was never late.

Everyone else was too eager to be early; it made him look late.

Strolling behind the rushing women, or rather one rushing woman and one floating, the Muggle Studies Professor had no concerns about the time as he settled into his seat between Fergersnout and Carton. “Evenin’” he nodded at the already present faculty. His eyes scanned the assembled crowd and over to the sorting ceremony, at the eager or nervous faces on the young ones. Nothing to be concerned about, Hogwarts was a breeze or at least it had been for the former Ravenclaw anyway. Nowadays he had no particular affiliation with any of the houses, the kids would do well in any of them he was sure of it.

His greater concerns lay with how to ensure they take his subject seriously which is what his mind wandered to as he scratched at his bearded chin.