Elijah ducked into the class and closed the door. He looked up and saw Professor Potter speaking. Elijah groaned audibly and cursed himself under his breath. As much as he hated anything related to school (and his parents which was totally off topic) he didn't perticularly like to be late. He wanted the teachers to like him, even if he didn't give a damn about all that 'learning' that needed to be done. Some DADA here, a bit of charms there, a few dark spells and you were set for life! Easy.
Elijah smiled walked calmly over to the Professor and handed him a piece of parchment, explaining he was from Durmstrang and new to Hogwarts - everything his mother wanted every teacher to know because..
"You're a Krum and it's time you started acting like one, Elijah!" he shuddered at the thought of his mother and glanced around for a place to sit.
He found a seat at the back of the class and glanced to the Professor, mentally prodding him to read the note and let him sit down. It was rude to turn your back on someone when you hadn't said two words to them, perticularly when said person is your Professor.