<i>Oh crap, I'm late! I'm late! I can't be late, on my first day!</i>Holiday ran down the hall, fiery hair flying out behind the girl, crackling and flashing under the light coming in. There was a few first years lingering in the halls, but she dodged them easily, having had enough practice over the years.<br/><br/>A heartbeat later, Holiday was stumbling into the classroom, robes a mess, and hair sticking up every which way. Her chest rose and fell with every sharp breath, which, of course...caused the witch's robes to shift from the motion...and making it to where the line of buttons for her white blouse could be seen. Two or three were undone, which revealed quite a bit of cleavage.<br/><br/>Holiday may be of pure blood, but that was something she never particularly cared about. A tall, vibrant beauty who tends to catch the eye wherever she goes, no matter if she's trying or not, whose parents were Muggles and whose parents were of magical blood, really just...doesn't matter. What really matters is how gifted a person is...right? At least, she believes that.<br/><br/>Trying to fix her hair and robes, Holiday was on the way to taking her seat, when...a large, heavy pile of books shifted over the edge of a Gryffindor's desk, the clatter almost deafening. Her eyes widening, seeing as how her foot was nearly smashed by a book...she heard laughter, and immediately whirled onto the source.<i>Why am I not surprised that it's a bunch of Slytherins?</i>she thought with a sneer, fury crackling within those mystical green eyes of hers.<br/><br/>"Seriously? Do you Slytherins have nothing better to do than pick on others?" Holiday cried out, interrupting the off-color jokes and stories. "I should have expected as much, seeing as how you are a bunch of good-for-nothings!" With her head tilted slightly, and both hands placed upon her hips... the girl was certainly a sight, and not just because of the anger radiating off her petite form.<br/><br/>Whispering broke out among the other Gryffindors, their meaning obscured by the low volume and behind raised hands. Holiday didn't back down, but instead stormed up to the first Slytherin she came to, which so happened to be a young man with blonde hair. "Well? What do you got to say for yourselves?" she demanded to know, frowning.