Red Knickers
Well, this afternoon was a HORRIBLE one. I hate fighting, but for some reason, I got it in my head that I could fix the whole bigotry thing by talking one Slytherin out of it. The result was a ruined set of robs. Damn snake split the back and I had to walk from the lake to my room with my arse showing. The day I decide to pick a fight is also the day I decide to wear my pretty red thong. Great.
I had to use the more unused passages and only ran in to a couple people who didn't really say anything, unlike the portraits who were merciless! Snickering and bantering amongst themselves about whether or not my bra matched my knickers (they do). Sir Cadagan kept following me, and offering to do many deeds in my honor. There was no other time than then, that I wished I knew how to cast a sewing charm, or at least a knitting charm.
The absolute worst was when Peeves saw me sashaying along the walls of the castle, trying to get to the common room. He starting singing a song about me! That just got me pissed so I threatened to do the same to him if he didn't stop. Luckily, there was a small explosion from somewhere in the castle and Peeves went off to investigate, but not with out a final "Let me sing you a song, of Parvati in a thong, tra la la la la ..." I hate my life
Life threw me a lemon, but I'm allergic to citrus fruits.