Fior wondered what tonight's dinner announcement would be, but figured it was most likely just an obviously biased and elaborate point session for Gryffindor.<br/><br/>The Slytherin noticed the younger first years and all but dismissed the lot of them. They were babies at best and he could hardly believe they were in the same classroom. His gaze lingered on Lyz for the briefest of moments, and couldn't help but think that the young Hufflepuff was very pretty-for a little girl. She'd be a lovely woman someday, but Holiday stole the show in this class-without a doubt.<br/><br/>At her preachy comment, a few of the Slytherins muttered things like 'suck up' and brown-noser, but the rest of them were more than a little eager to duel. Everyone knew Professor Weaver was Head of Gryffindor so of course, he'd give special treatment to a student of his own house. The Slytherins knew Holiday would be irritatingly smarmy with her own Head, and they made no secret of their scorn. After a few moments of letting their thoughts be known at how kiss-ass that Gryffindor girl was, but it soon changed to just how hot she looked. With her buttons bursting, red hair flying and green eyes gleaming, there wasn't a male Slytherin, and a couple females, that didn't want to 'duel' with Holiday. She was a fine sight to behold and for all her annoying mouth, they wouldn't mind a sample of her mouth, up close and personal.<br/><br/>The Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry was not only notoriously well known, but many teachers encouraged it to get the best out of their students during class times. Intellectually and emotionally, competitions like these brought out the very best in most of Hogwarts' students and teachers alike.<br/><br/>Fior and his friends laughed at Holiday's comment, seeing as the six of them ALL considered themselves above everyone else. The tall blond student pulled out his 12 and a 1/2 inch Birchwood Dragon Heartstring wand and stepped away from his Slytherin group.<br/><br/><b>"I think she fancies me guys."</b>he said to them as he smiled. He was six feet tall with blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders and rock hard abs so Fior had a right to be smug.<br/><br/>He turned his gaze to Professor Weaver and nodded respectfully as he approached. Fior was more than ready to duel now and he stepped up to the stage opposite Holiday, thinking how she had 'needed a hand up' just to get on there. Preferential treatment wouldn't save her in<i>this</i>duel; not if Fior had anything to do with it.