sugary sweet Evil Pastry Lady
Miles walked into the great hall, or snuck in more like as he was running a little late. Looking around and hoping no one noticed he found a seat somewhere in the middle and started bouncing his leg rhythmically. His pockets made crinkling noises as his leg moved because of the chocolate bars in his pocket. His eyes went to the table and then around the room as his fingers tapped on the table. He was excited this term. He wanted to be the Hogwarts champion but more than that it was just going to be a fun term anyway.
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