Archon's eyes uncontrollably flickered once more to the exposed flesh of Holiday's beautiful legs and the hidden shadows of undergarments. Then, wrestling control over himself, he mastered his expression once more and forced his attention to her eyes. "Slytherin or Gryffindor, it doesn't matter- both of our Houses are proud ones." He mused with a little smile. "It's no wonder they don't get along well"<br/><br/>But his expression shifted uncontrollably after her next few words. For some reason, the idea of Siobhan toying with this girl put him on edge, made him irritated. He wrestled with the emotion, mastering his facial expression once more. "The Headmistress and I don't always see eye to eye about Siobhan. She's a brilliantly dangerous character. And proud." He added with a smirk. His eyes played over hers again, then lit yp with a strange, mischievious intensity. "Come, let us to the Great hall, little lion." He said, and took her by the hand as he swept through the great doors. With a little playful flourish, he directed her to her table before moving to the head table.<br/><br/><i>Why had he done that?</i>