"Professor," Holiday replied to him softly calling her name, and felt a little...quiver go throughout her body at the sight of that little sarcastic smirk which tends to play across his face at times. Her legs shifted...the black robes hiding, and yet revealing more of her slender thighs, her calves...not to mention the clothes she was wearing underneath. "Ah... Yes... I could use the assistance... That is, if you don't mind giving it..." Her lips curving into a smirk similar to his, she extended a hand towards the pale hand offered...and, well...she couldn't possibly ignore the electricity that sang over her skin with the contact. Her cheeks taking on a light pink color, she rose onto her feet...quickly fixing her robes, so that she was no longer exposed.<i>I can't believe I ran into him again... quite literally, too...</i>she thought, resisting the urge to laugh at the irony. Normally, she wouldn't see him outside the classroom...but it looks like that is changing this year.<br/><br/>Holiday cleared her throat, and lifted that dark green gaze of hers up to meet his. "I'm alright, thank you. I think my pride is hurt more than anything else." With a soft laugh, which sounded like music, only without any harmony behind the lovely sound, she gave a nod to his next words. "We both should get to the Great Hall. My fellow Gryffindors are probably anxious to get things started... And I really must agree with you on that one. Siobhan seems to love trouble...and to drag me along for the ride..." It was right at that moment she noticed his eyes were locked onto hers...and her breath hitched. Her red hair was wild about her face, much like fire without bounds, the light picking out the highlights that normally hide within the bright mane. Her eyes were much like emeralds...only, with gold dust sprinkled over each one.