It couldn't be said that Archon expected to meet Holiday again in such a manner. She might have collided with him and fallen to the floor, but she hit him and he merely stopped, her motion simply hampering his. No doubt she felt as if she had run into a wall. "Miss Bell." Archon said softly, that little sarcastic smirk playing across his face. He had to admit that the fall did expose her... rather teasingly in fact. he mentally chided himself. He couldn't go and be getting himself involved with a student, much less one of the Gryffindors. His students would have a field day with that.<br/><br/>Yet he couldn't resist. "Do you need assistance?" he offered quietly, extending a pale hand, face expressionless. "It's quite all right." He assured her. "The question remains, however, are you?" He asked her, helping her to her feet as he adjusted his tunic and robes slightly. "If you are, we both should get to the Great Hall. Synclair is supposed to be here soon enough to usher the first-years in for sorting... And I'm going to have to keep an eye on my House for any mischief. I'm sure Siobhan in particular has some tricky plan." He muttered, and his eyes locked on hers. "Shall we?"