[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

[jasminofthewest.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps it's time to give the flowers lessons on manners.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

. . . don't do anything to them.

[Oh if you could see his serious face right now.]

[jasminofthewest.livejournal.com]

I wasn't planning to, the flowers are your responsibility, no?

So what's wrong with you?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with you? I'm good.

[jasminofthewest.livejournal.com]

I am sorry. It was probably rude of me to assume there was anything wrong with you just because flowers are talking to you. Silly me, really.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

It's okay 'cause you apologized.

[jasminofthewest.livejournal.com]

Good, I would hate for you to hold a grudge over my senile moments. Perhaps in the future, however, you could refrain from telling the students the awful things those flowers say! They seem like very rude flowers.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

s'mostly true. But yeah, good idea.

[jasminofthewest.livejournal.com]

I have to disagree with you that it's mostly true, but I appreciate that you will keep the flowers opinions to yourself.

He will feel so bad about this tomorrow.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself.