May 13, 2011 22:22
All of the flowers won't stop telling me how hideous you all are.
At least, compared to them.
It's just what they said.
[Sky high. After a long and frustrating conversation with his anti-wizarding mother about his younger siblings, Thijs just doesn't give a damn tonight. Unfortunately though, he was too unhappy to follow the whole routine, which involves locking his journal away to avoid writing really blunt and/or ridiculous things. Not to mention incriminating . . . See above.
Oh, and he's locked the greenhouses, though it should be pretty easy to undo it with a spell.]
they talk to him okay,
sorting hat,
so very high