Nilsa spared the Divination teacher a glance, seriousness replacing that mischievous glint in her eyes for a second or so...before it came back, perhaps a little bit too forced. Her wavy blonde hair fell like a molten river of gold when she rose onto her feet...her very presence commanding attention, especially with those bright, dark blue eyes of hers focusing on the students. "It is getting rather late... so off to bed with you! I don't want to see anyone wandering the halls tonight...so Head Boys, Head Girls, Prefects... lead the first years to their new dormitories. Now...don't let the bed bugs bite!" That said, all the food disappeared from their plates, the plates just about glistening...almost as though there was no food in the first place. Her silvery-green robes rippled about her curves as she turned her gaze onto Ghalaghor.<br/><br/>"Follow me," Nilsa told him, in a low enough voice where the other teachers could not possibly overhear...at least, no one without enhanced hearing. Out of her peripheral vision, Nilsa noticed Professor Kristopher glancing in their direction...but neither he nor she gave anything away, instead just acting as though nothing was out of the norm. Students left the Entrance Hall in groups of two and three, following their Head Boys and Girls to their dormitories for a good night's rest. Barely anyone paid them mind, more intent on catching up with friends and looking forward to sleep than anything else. It wasn't long until the two were on the third floor, heading to Nilsa's office. A giant, golden statue of a griffin barred the way, and giving it the password, it began to move upwards, revealing steps.<br/><br/>The light fell down from above, causing Nilsa’s hair to flash and shine underneath its influence. “We can speak freely here,” Nilsa told Ghalaghor, a hand gesturing for him to take a seat. Behind the desk, she sat down, the robes falling in elegant waves down to hide whatever skin could possibly be seen. “Now then… What is it you have to tell me?” she asked, her tone taking on a serious note.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Kristopher Royal noticed how the Headmistress and Divination Teacher left together, but didn’t comment on it. A few black strands of hair falling over his eyes, he rose from his seat, climbing down the steps and joining the crowd of young witches and wizards. Standing a full head taller than most, he could see just how big the crowd was, and couldn’t help but expel a sigh from the realization that it will be a while before he reached his rooms. Inside his pocket, his fingers stroked over the silver flash he was just given...repulsion, dread, and a number of other things playing pinball inside the man’s chest.<i>I’m a vampire now… or rather, I’m almost a vampire…</i>he mused, almost scowling at the thought.<i>I used to fight against those creatures...and now, I’m one of them…</i><br/><br/>The Ravenclaws were a quieter crowd, groups of two and three murmuring to themselves while following the Head Boy. Kristopher Royal went to oversee them, hands still tucked into his pockets. From a certain perspective, he was a handsome, mysterious man… one who preferred actions to speak louder than words, and who preferred to keep unto himself. It was his first day since he graduated from Hogwarts, yet it felt like just yesterday that he went down these halls...playing some sort of mischief with his best friends. A faint, nostalgic smile working its way onto his features...he looked up, giving a nod to the familiar paintings of people above, who returned the nod with greetings.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Holiday gracefully rose from her seat, and looked over her shoulder, only to see Professor Archon retreat out of a side door. Slightly disappointed that she couldn’t speak to him again, at least...not in a private setting, she began following her fellow Gryffindors out into the hall, where a fifth year commanded their cooperation. Her hair crackled and caught whatever light there was, flashing like a true fire down the length of her back, and even over her shoulders. It didn’t take long to rally together the first years, and for everyone to start heading in the right direction. Holiday followed, not paying any attention to the conversations going on around, glancing at the various paintings that moved on the walls.<br/><br/>Inside the dormitories, Holiday changed into a tank top and shorts, and barely spared her roommates a glance. Many were staring, she knew that much...and given how they were while she was changing...they were surprised by her assets. “Hmph,” came her only reply, and brushing her hair behind a shoulder, strode out of their shared room. “I’m bored… I’m not even tired yet…” she murmured to no one but herself, placing both hands on her hips. Looking disgruntled, Holiday moved out of the Gryffindor common room, and began wandering about the halls… even though it was against the rules. Really, the girl never cared much for rules...and figured that some rules were meant to be broken.<br/><br/>“I should have brought a robe and shoes, though…” Holiday shivered, goosebumps erupting along her naked skin while she rubbed her arms to try and warm herself up. The tank top was very loose, the straps almost constantly falling down...not to mention leaving nothing to the imagination when it comes to her figure. The shorts were much the same way, only with her long, slender legs. Looking about, her dark green eyes blinked against the darkness...having difficulty seeing.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>((Synclair is open for interaction.))