Holiday could have sworn Professor Archon’s eyes had flickered to her legs...but, that isn’t possible...right? It must be her overactive imagination, playing tricks. That half-smile, half-smirk still playing along the girl’s lips...making the pair look rather...well, tempting… she laughed again while agreeing. “Slytherin and Gryffindor are proud Houses...Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are just basically trying to keep up. Not that they can…” Her hand lifted to twirl a strand of hair around her finger...the red flashing and crackling under the light’s influence. A strange...expression had taken over his features, and for a moment, Holiday wondered what sort of thoughts were going through the man’s head. It wasn’t long until they were revealed, luckily.<br/><br/>“Ah… Um, well… I’m not really sure what to think on that one. I have to say, Siobhan is a wicked Quidditch player...but she does have a penchant for trouble… and loves to drag me along for the ride, like I said earlier. We’re both very proud...and when we get started, it’s hard to tell when we’ll stop.” A sheepish smile replacing the smirk, Holiday found herself surprised when her hand was taken into the Professor’s...and with a cute endearment.<i>Little lion? I rather like the sound of that…</i>Bursting through the Great Doors, every student turned to stare… or at least, that is what it seemed like, making her skin itch. Professor Archon directed her towards the Gryffindor table with a playful flourish, causing a delighted laugh to escape her lips. Her cheeks taking on another blush, one to rival the bright intensity of her hair, the girl glanced over her shoulder at him before smiling.<br/><br/><i>I wonder what that was all about…</i>Holiday joined her friends, ignoring the questions being thrown her way.