Well, that was fun. Who knew everyone could be so adorable when shrunken down a bit?

Also, what's this about blind dates? Who would sign up for such a thing?

...Oh! And I did find my cat, and it looks like he didn't get hurt at all. So everything's all right with that now. Though he is acting a little...strange. Hmm...I hope his shots are up to date.

I think my cat wandered off and got himself lost, I haven't seen him in the dorm or in the common room. Hopefully he doesn't get into a fight with Mrs. Norris, I don't think she's had her rabies shots.

...Don't you all look nice.

Too bad I don't have any sunglasses.

Happy Christmas, everyone! The castle looks rather silly with all of these birds around, doesn't it? I think there are more than yesterday.

Well, at least I can practice making eggs!

((ooc: Pfft--before I get caught up in obligations, I can get at least one gift list done.

Alfred: A red, white and blue scarf.
Rise: A pair of white mittens with pink musical notes.
5th year Gryffindor dormmates: She went on a spree, so you all get lumpy mittens in various colors.
Gryffindor teammates EXCEPT ALFRED: Ditto.
Announcers: Knitted hats. That have a pattern of a lion holding a bullhorn. Yes, really.
Anybody else caught in the crossfire of holiday cheer: non-mutilated-by-Alfred gingerbread men. But they're probably quite pink.))

Well.

This has certainly been a fun December. Only not so much. Being turned into a robot and a nervous wreck sitting out in the common room in the space of a few days isn't really my idea of a good time.

...At least I finished the scarf I was making. I think I'll start another one and skip out on this dance everyone's been huffing about. Maybe a pink one.

Yesterday wasn't...fun. At all.

I'm going out to make some bloody snowmen. If anybody wants to come with, go ahead.

As per usual, the journal system of Hogwarts has fallen into a circle of mentioning a subject, telling each other off over said subject and then reprimanding those who told the first off. How ridiculous. Such time could be spent studying rather than speaking of holidays.

...It appears I have grown an inch taller. This is unacceptable.

((ooc: Oh god. This--this is robotic reserved and serious!Botan, and yes it is quite painful to do.))

Well, I don't think it tasted that bad, it's no worse than burnt curry. There can't be anything that tastes worse than improperly cooked curry.

Well, you know, this whole thing with Robin hasn't been so bad, honestly. He willingly put on clothes and I could ignore his habit of calling me a princess and challenging people for no reason.

...Until I found out he's taking his name literally and thinks he really is a knight.

Yeah, that was a little strange. What I'm getting at is don't mind the little boy running around poking at people with sticks and calling them fiends. He's completely harmless. Hopefully.

For the record, Alfred's crazy. I didn't say I wanted to try out blindfolded, I said to him "don't do something crazy like make me try out like that." Apparently he's still sore about how our extra special practice went.