No, Milton was NOT late. He was just... not on time. Duh.

But he totally had a good excuse, right? After being knocked out four times in one semester, nearly eaten by a vicious plant, being set on fire (a little), AND almost getting blown to pieces by your Charms professor... Well, it was kind of exhausting! He could only handle so many near death experiences in one term. Sheesh.

Dragging his feet, Milton yawned and shuffled into the already full and busy great hall. Scowling at the lack of BLUE in the massive room, he slid into a seat at his table and slumped his head into his hand. "Alright, bring on the food," he muttered quietly. He wasn't in the best of moods, if you could imagine. But as long as no one brought up quidditch, plants, ghosts, or fire, he wasn't going to snap.