As the feast turned to deserts, the Slytherin table became more and more rowdy, more and more mischief occurring down the table, with the first years already becoming acquainted with the House's antics. Archon raised an eyebrow, watching calmly as a third year cast several charms, sending truffles flying across the room and striking into some of the Gryffindor first years. A small smirk slithered across Archon's face, and he pulled his wand out subtly, flicking it toward the truffles without a word. Two truffles trembled, then shot up from the plate, colliding quickly with the boy's eyes. He cried out, and Archon slipped his wand away, unseen by the rest of the table. But the devious smirk remained. As the third year wiped the truffles' remains from his eyes, he, in a loud manner, began to demand his assailant come forward, so they might fight honorably.<br/><br/>Archon chuckled, standing. "Boy." He said shortly. "You have no honor. When you move above petty acts of mischief and on to plots of deviousness and cunning, then you will have honor." Archon said, but then smiled. "But then, I just threw food in your face, so I can't claim to be honorable either." He watched the boy's face shift from being appalled from Archon's negative attentions to being surprised and slightly embarrassed. Archon laughed quietly.<br/><br/>Standing, he swept his robes and cloak behind him, like the wings of a black raven. "Head Boy, Girl, Prefects. Show the first years to the common room and dorms once the feast concludes and the Headmistress dismisses you." He instructed, and swept away, crossing the hall and toward a side door. When he reached the portal, he glanced back, first down his table, from which students were slowly filtering off and moving away, more than likely to enjoy each other elsewhere... Then to the Gryffindor table, where his eyes lingered on Holiday for a moment, puzzling, wondering. He was at least ten years her elder, yet she was attractive in so many ways. Clever, witty, smart, beautiful. He was sure if not for her bravery and selflessness, she would have been a Slytherin.<br/><br/>After all, that was the only real difference between the Houses. Slytherins were proud, arrogant, and selfish, using their ideas for the good of themselves and power. Gryffindors were proud, arrogant, but selfless, using ideas and abilities for the good of all.<br/><br/>Or at least most.<br/><br/>With a last lingering glance at Holiday, he smiled to himself, and slipped off toward his chambers, not just down the hall and up the stairs.