A Very PotterMORE Sorting

I posted this on tumblr in late August, and for everyone not following my tumblr... well I suppose you obviously weren't because you probably din't even know about it since I didn't have a blogspot in late August... ANYWAY (P.S. follow my tumblr hehe). Yeah. Thought my sorting experience on Pottermore might be of interest to Harry Potter nerds, and if that applies to you, read on.


First off, there WILL BE POTTERMORE SPOILERS IN THIS AND IF YOU HAVEN’T GOTTON SORTED ON POTTERMORE AND YOU DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT DO NOT READ THIS. THERE. I’VE WARNED YOU AND YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR GIVING ANYTHING AWAY. Now, on to more important matters. Today, my friends began to enter pottermore.com along with me, Errol finally straggling in with another batch of letters, weeks after he delivered mine (blasted owl <3). Seeing my friends exploring, buying pets, wands, and getting sorted reminded me of my own sorting ceremony. It happened at 4:00 am, after I woke up in the night (well, more like early morning really), and went on twitter. I was instantly informed that a batch of emails had been sent, and naturally, rushed to check my inbox. There it was. Trembling with excitement, I hurried downstairs to my computer, and began the same journey I witnessed, and am witnessing, friends start today. As I said, my sorting happened during the hours of morning still cloaked in darkness, but I remember it clearly. All I could think about was not being put in Hufflepuff. Before then, I had expressed my anxiousness to others, but it really hadn’t hit me in full until the moment I sat before the sorting hat, and wondered, “What if I don’t get a choice? What if I really do get put in Ravenclaw (my second house), what will I do?” What if JK Rowling herself was to tell me that I am, not, in fact, the person I thought I was? But I did get a choice. (Cue the spoilers.) Most of the questions just asked me to choose things that appealed to me, or which I would choose out of a group. And that, was fairly easy. But before I reached the end of my sorting, I reached the question that caused me to panic in full. The hat simply wondered, how would I like myself to be seen? But I didn’t know. The choice I had longed to be taken into account now scared me to death because I couldn’t make it. Didn’t I want others to see me as brainy, wasn’t that my nerdfighter identity?!?! Yes, it was. I had always been a good a student in school, always strived to be at the top of my class. Still, I pondered, for a moment, what it would be like if that was all I had, my entire identity. That was when I made my choice, that is when Jo told me that I was, indeed, who I thought I was because I realized that what I wanted more than brains, NEEDED more, were my friends. Likable, loved, was how I wanted to be known because of the people who cared about me, who comforted me when I cried, who told me me I was brilliant and pushed me to be the best I could be, even when I couldn’t see it myself. Without them, my life would have no purpose, no meaning, and I knew it. I knew I could have everything anyone could ever want in their life, but I wouldn’t care. I wanted to be alongside those I loved far more. I knew, Jo knew, the sorting hat knew, that I belonged among the just and the loyal. Because, as Harry told young Albus Severus Potter before his first year of Hogwarts, the sorting hat DOES take your choice into account. I know I will never belong anywhere else but Hufflepuff.