Archer likely would have agreed with Idunn's assessment that he wasn't special. In fact, he would be relieved, for he merely hoped to slide underneath the radar, keep (mostly) to himself, and just survive his first year without too many further incidents. Being special meant others noticed you and made you the center of attention. That sounded like Hell.

Mealtimes made him on edge on a good day. He usually just slipped in wherever there was a spot, ate what he wanted, and then slithered out unnoticed. Today, however, a classmate had decided to actually speak with him. It was basically a one-sided conversation, but the young Ravenclaw preferred it that way. He was so caught up in trying to appear as if he were actively listening, that he didn't get to fully register his surprise that Idunn Fraser had actually passed him the pumpkin juice.

Flustered, he had yet to take a sip of the beverage, though his fingers itched to grab up the goblet and chug down the entire thing. Socializing was thirsty work. When the girl speaking to him turned away to shout down the table at another, Archer took the opportunity to take a few very large gulps of the juice before the conversation resumed. The after taste, though, had him wondering if perhaps it were starting to ferment, and he nudged the goblet a few inches away from himself, not particularly wishing to taste any more.