Tilden is late, as usual, wearing a blue suit. Running up the stairs from his dormitory, he trips and almost falls. Staying on his feet, he slows down for the last few feet to the Great Hall, brushing his hair out of his eyes and the sweat off of his forehead. “Stupid plant..” he mumbles, probably for the billionth time - not that he actually means it. He loves his plants, and probably always will. He stops outside of the doors, takes one deep breath with closed eyes, opens them, and walks inside. Since there is a lot going on in there, he is unsure of where to go. “Punch maybe...or..” Still mumbling to himself, he walks through the crowd to the punch, fills up a cup, takes a sip, and turns around to head over to a table. Problem is, there is someone standing right behind him, and he crashes into them. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” he says, though he managed to keep almost all the punch inside of the cup. There are only a few drops on his own hand.
