Archon raised an eyebrow slightly. A ball? That would be... interesting. His eyes wandered briefly, unconsciously, to Holiday, hovering on her for a moment before he caught himself, head snapping back to the platter of food before him. For that brief second he had wondered how out of place it would be if he asked her to accompany him... Those thoughts shouldn't even wander his mind- she was a student, and a Gryffindor at that. Nonetheless, she was one of his favorite and most successful students, as well as very attractive...<br/><br/><i>Stop it, Archon.</i>he snapped mentally, and stood carefully, quietly, amid the hubbub of the room, and slipped up next to the Headmistress's chair silently. Pulling the silver flask from his robes, he passed it to her. "I suspect that I know who this is for, but I'll deliver it to you to avoid suspicion. It's the potion you asked for, allowing vampires to drink blood of non-humans." he whispered quietly to her, bent over with his back to the students, his lips hidden if any students might try to read his lips. He looked vaguely like a raven, stooped by the Headmistress's side.<br/><br/>His potion delivered, he returned to his own chair, finishing his food while keeping a careful eye on his students. Desiree seemed to be stressing over something or another, stealing water from those around her. Siobhan at the head of the table, looking ever mischievous and ever tricky. Much like her aunt.