[Private to Fin]

I want pie.

[Right, yes, after his minor breakdown during this log, Alfred spent most of the day unconscious resting in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey fixed up his hand, and there's resting and potions to help with the stress, but what he really needs for recovery is visitors. His ego might be huge, but it's fragile and full of hot air-- like a soufflé. ( Read more... )

HUFFLEPUFF!

((ooc: Alfred is whistling this morning. Like this: "^____^" Roomies, feel free to complain about the noises last night. They were trying to be quiet, I swear. :|))

Hey Marta, meet me in the common room before lunch, okay? ♥
And please don't be mad about yesterday. It wasn't my fault! Oh, and whatever you do, don't listen to Renge!

I'm glad everyone's back to normal. I knew tea was evil.