Pray tell, how am I suppose to go to class in this...this...state! [Sveinn is seven years old now, and was currently standing near his bed in the Ravenclaw dorms, drowning under his clothes. he managed to write this entry after much struggling with the fabric, utterly pissed off.]
Shit. Everything seemed so much bigger now. This castle need to be taught a lesson which involved fire.
[[ooc: Italics are in Norwegian. have fun pester him through the journal, SH. his eyes are blue, though, not multicoloured like the one in the icon.]]