[Sorting Hat 20 - a long night]

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.]