Pleasure rippled over Holiday’s skin at the acknowledgement, and with a small laugh and an equally small smile, she gave a nod. “Don’t worry, Professor Archon… I’m continuing Potions this year!” she called back, rather pleased that she managed to get a smile out of the somewhat temperamental man. It seems to be a rare sight...one he didn’t share with others very often. “Besides… why won’t I continue one of my favorite classes?” That said, she continued on down the path towards the carriages...watching while Slytherins climbed into one before her. A familiar rivalry swelling within her chest, she grinned at the thoughts of what is to come this year.<i>This year… Gryffindor is winning that Quidditch Cup!</i>she determined, a grin replacing the small smile she was wearing earlier.<br/><br/>The carriage jerked to a start, carrying the silly Slytherins away. Holiday tapped a rhythm out against her hip, waiting -albeit, a little impatiently- for the next one to roll forward. After a minute or so, she was finally stepping into the dark cavern within...and closing the door behind her. Most students were already in Hogwarts, she warranted...and in greeting Professor Archon, she lagged behind just a bit.<i> Not that it matters. I don't have to be Sorted, and I don't have anyone of interest to watch being Sorted into Gryffindor, or Hufflepuff...or Ravenclaw or Slytherin...</i><br/><br/>It wasn’t long before the carriage pulled to a stop in front of Hogwarts. Conversations, laughter and the like perfumed the air...breaking through the silence rather nicely. Holiday climbed out, a wave of fiery red falling over her shoulder while she did so. In her peripheral vision, she could see a number of Gryffindors, chatting amongst themselves while heading inside...but didn’t bother joining in.<br/><br/>Holiday was in the Entrance Hall soon enough...and with enough first-years to make a person’s head spin, perhaps a few other things, too. Her lips curved into an amused smile, dark forest green eyes sparkling with the same emotion while she made her way past the small crowd. While she expected the furtive glances in her direction, the whispers hidden behind their hands...and perhaps even a few pointed fingers, what she didn’t expect was to run into Professor Archon again so soon...and in such a manner. Her body colliding with another body, this one much more...firm, not to mention muscular...Holiday stumbled back, falling onto the floor with as much grace as a wounded elephant.<br/><br/>Quite a bit of skin was revealed because of the fall… Holiday’s long, nicely toned legs… and it didn’t help that the shoulder of her robes had...shifted...exposing the curve of her shoulder and throat. “Ow…” the young woman murmured, running a hand over her face. After that was said and done...her eyes lifted, only to widen seconds later.<i>Oh...Wow…</i>It was really...really hard not to stare, what with Professor Archon in a full length black cloak, dark green tunic...and black leggings that don’t leave much to the imagination. In all honesty… he could very well have been a dark knight, straight out of a fairy tale. Of course...she never did care for the knight in shining armor, riding a white stallion smack. “I...I’m sorry…” Holiday said quite breathlessly, giving a sheepish smile.<br/><br/>A few strands of red fell against a flushed cheek...bringing out the pink color that was slowly spreading. Holiday lifted one hand in order to deal with it...and brushed it aside, tucking it behind an ear moments later. “I, um… I really should have been paying closer attention…” she confessed at last, chuckling softly under her breath.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Synclair let his thoughts wander, go in all sorts of directions...fragment, and lead into other thoughts. While it may annoy some, he found a certain...peace, in being so absent-minded. It was difficult for him to focus on one thing, or on a single strand of thought for any period of time... Besides, he's gotten new ideas because of those wandering thoughts. His dark blue eyes taking on a glassy look, the man was barely aware of Miss Katya casting the spell...or of his robes flipping around until the front was where it should be. Dark brown fell over the pair, giving him a rather boyish look about him...and bringing his mind back to the present. With slight annoyance written all over his features, he brushed the strands aside, and let out a long, exasperated sigh.<br/><br/>“You are right… It is a malfunction, it simply has to be,” Synclair replied, encouraged by the cute little giggle she let out. “Too bad there is no way to fix it, for these happen to be my favorite robes...when they are worn the right way, that is…” His large, capable hands on his hips, he gave a grin, this one bringing out the dimple in his right cheek...not to mention adding a certain twinkle to his eyes. “Maybe we should just have it where everyone wears their robes backwards… It would certainly make it easier on me!” he thought out, rather liking the idea.<br/><br/>Visitor? Synclair began scratching the back of his head, causing several hairs to stick up while he lifted his eyes to the sky. “Ah, it looks like I have a message…” Extending a hand out towards the paper crane, it began unfolding so that he could read the message inside. His eyes followed the words...and he gave a nod to no one in particular. “It seems like I no longer need to escort the first-years to Hogwarts… Professor Archon did that,” he finally spoke up, indicating the note he just received. “All we need to do is arrive at Entrance Hall, basically make an appearance.” His lips curved into yet another smile...however, this one could do dangerous things to a female heart. “Should I escort you there myself, Miss Katya?” he asked, offering his arm.