…in Ravenclaw. *sigh of contentment*
Years ago, when I first joined Pottermore, I was sorted into Hufflepuff. Now I’m not one of those people who look down on Hufflepuffs. *cough, Hillary Sears, cough, cough* It just didn’t make sense to me that I would be sorted into a house whose main descriptor is that they’re loyal. Loyalty is cool and all, but it’s not a word I’ve ever used to describe myself. I would have been similarly shocked to find myself in Gryffindor or Slytherin. Brave or ambitious? Just. Not. Me.
I’m fairly intelligent, though. And I value intelligence very highly (sometimes too highly, I admit). Granted, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. I know a bunch of people who are much smarter than I am, who I dearly hope would solve the riddle for me when I inevitably fall asleep outside our common room due to my inability to answer the door’s question. That’s right. Even though I’m happy that I have officially joined the ranks of Racenclaw House, I do see myself as the early-years-Neville of my house. But Neville turned out to be AMAZING and quite possibly my favorite character, so there may be hope for me yet. 😉
Also awesome is my Patronus, which is a black mare. I will call her Black Beauty (which I need to re-read, by the way). Grayson is a bit jealous because he got a hedgehog. But I think he will embrace it erelong.
Soon, I’m gonna start reading through all of the additional writings that Rowling has put out via Pottermore, and I hope it’ll satisfy my need for more Potter. Ya know, until I just re-read the whole series. Again.
Now I’m gonna go put on my Ravenclaw hat. Because I can.