"Thank you." Synclair may not be gifted at Divination, but he knew how young minds tend to work. Insight comes from experience, and experience he has in abundance. "You must be careful, when it comes to our students...for we do not know what sort of background one has...or what sort of mischief another can... get up to." Many of Hogwarts' students are introduced to magic for the first time, being born with one Muggle parent...or from a family that has no magic. To know that fairy tales...are real, to be quite blunt, can bring about trouble for any teacher. His inspection done, he rose onto his feet, one hand dusting off what little dust had accumulated on his robes. Not that it really bothered him, but the other teachers have complained in the past about him coming to the table dirty.<br/><br/>Incredibly dark blue eyes drifted back towards the Transfiguration teacher...unable to resist drinking in whatever curves showed through the black robes she wore. Synclair cleared his throat after a minute or so, ashamed of his actions. "Ah...yes, you're right... I should tend to the first years..." he murmured, his mind still going over the curves, even if his eyes weren't. "Otherwise, how else would they reach Hogwarts...?" A low chuckle rumbling in his chest, only to escape his lips seconds later, he ran a hand through his hair... causing several strands to spike up in the back. It was rather cute...seeing as how he is absent-minded, and doesn't seem to notice such things.<br/><br/>“Hm?” Glancing over at Miss Katya, Synclair blinked while she pulled out her wand and looked to him with a smile...the sort of smile that caused warmth to ripple throughout his insides. “My robes?” he repeated, now looking down at himself...only to adopt an exasperated expression. “Ah, yes… that would be much appreciated…” the man admitted rather sheepishly. “I must do something about these robes...for they hardly ever put themselves on right…” His lips curved into that smile still, he turned towards Miss Katya...extending his arms out on either side.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Nilsa was enjoying the hot, intoxicating sensation of arousal...when Archon's head decided to pop in, disturbing the glorious moment. With a little start, she ran both hands over her robes...all too aware of her current state. Her long, golden hair a sexy mess about her flushed features, it's a wonder he didn't call attention to it all. "Oh...? You neglected to wait for Synclair? What a shame...but, what's done is done." Those royal blue eyes of hers focused on his, little glints of silver, green and violet swirling within the beautiful pools. "Go ahead and sail, but do not forget to alert Synclair as to what is going on. Knowing him, he will get there late...and then not know what to do next." He was a sweet man, a tad bit forgetful...but sweet, nonetheless. Her cheeks taking on a darker blush, one that was more crimson than rosy pink, she lifted her chin and cleared her throat.<br/><br/><i>Ah, wait… Archon said to do it, myself…</i>Almost irritated, Nilsa ran a hand through her golden waves, making several threads cascade down over her shoulders. “Never mind that, I will tell him myself… Either that, or let him continue tending to his garden… That is what he is most likely doing right about now…” Synclair was a simple man, after all… if it wasn’t animals, or his students...it was his garden he was tending to. If left alone...he’ll do just that, only for hours on end… “I will take care of it,” Nilsa finally announced, her fingers drumming along her thigh.<br/><br/>The teacher dismissed, Nilsa turned her attention onto other matters… such as, alerting the Groundskeeper he no longer needed to see after the first-years.<br/><br/>Her elegant handwriting moving across a slip of paper, Nilsa waved her wand, it folding several times until it resembled a small bird. “Go to Synclair Huges, Groundskeeper, Care of Magical Creatures teacher,” she instructed the floating paper. With a little bob it went straight out the window, and flapping its little wings, it began making its way to its recipient.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Holiday followed the other students off the train, and hid a grin while first-years gathered around Professor Archon.<i>Ooh, they have no idea what they are getting themselves into...</i>she thought, unable to keep a wicked grin from forming this time. Long, fiery strands of red fell against her cheeks, light picking out the golden tones hidden within. Her dark forest green eyes glinted with secrets, none of which she was willing to share. It wasn't long before the pair landed on a familiar figure, and a smile broke out across the girl's lovely features. His wild, dark eyes and handsome body have often been something she's fantasized about... not that she'll ever admit that.<br/><br/>"Good evening, Professor Archon!" Holiday called out, the setting sun casting shadows and light onto the girl’s features. Under its influence, her hair looked as though it was truly fire, burning and crackling down over her shoulders. A secret little smile curved her lips. More woman than girl, she waved goodbye, before heading down to the carriages with her fellow students.