Miles ran into the Great Hall and skidded to a stop with a glance at his watch and slightly out of breath. And here he thought he was running late. He didn't want to be late for tree decorating that just sounded like total awesomeness. Finding himself hopping up and down as he waited for Fia he decided to hop himself right on the table and popped a piece of chocolate in his mouth. Now she gets to be late...a smirk appeared on his lips.