[Sorting Hat 20 - a long night]

[vandertulp]

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.]

Comments

[lovelycassie.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, they talk to you?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Yeah they do.

Don't they talk to you too? You know, when you --

[She's lucky he drops his quill right now.]

[lovelycassie.livejournal.com]

When I listen?

I always listen, but I never hear them. [Sad Cassie might be a little jealous.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Well maybe they don't like you.

[So blunt.]

[lovelycassie.livejournal.com]

Oh... right. You're probably right.

[saddest inkblots]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

They're pretty judgmental, I wouldn't worry.

[lovelycassie.livejournal.com]

Wow, do you think, maybe, you could teach me?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Absolutely.

action;

[lovelycassie.livejournal.com]

[A long pause. Cassie clearly takes this as an invitation. She leaves her quill and opened journal at her desk and arrives at the greenhouses about 10 minutes later. She knocks and waits at each greenhouse door until she gets to the right one.]

[action]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[He probably won't notice. By this time things have really turned into a bad trip, and he's simply sitting in his office, head resting on the desk rather pathetically.]