Prepare yourself for a super nerdy blog post, that I’m actually really excited to write about.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over my love for Harry Potter. I fully intend to introduce my kids to HP when they’re younger and cross my fingers that they love the wizarding world as much as I did, and still do. When I think of HP, I don’t just think of how amazing the movies and books were; it brings me back to a time in my childhood when I thought anything was possible. I used to go to the midnight book releases and midnight movie premieres with my friends who loved HP just as much as I did. HP and I were the same-ish age while the books were coming out, and I think that’s why this book had such an empowering impact on my generation. There hasn’t been another generation that has had a series of books impact society in the way that HP did. I grew up with HP, and I will never not be excited about all things HP.
That being said, I joined Pottermore awhile back. I know. I know. Judge me. I didn’t stick with it very long because I didn’t get it. I only signed into it twice, and I haven’t touched my account since then. My favorite part, of course, was getting sorted into a house. I was 100% convinced that I was going to be Hufflepuff. Not only is the name, Hufflepuff, freaking adorable, I thought that I had a lot of traits that the Hufflepuff-ians possess.
A few of my favorite characters were Hufflepuffs: Mrs. Sport, Tonks, and of course Cedric Diggory (ooh la la).
Oddly enough, I got sorted into Gryffindor. I was so shocked, a little mad even. I did not think that I was a Gryffindor at all. I was nothing like Harry or Ron. Okay, yea, I know it’s weird. Most people would have been ecstatic to be in the same house as the main characters, but I was just a little weirded out. I never considered myself as brave, which is the main characteristic of people in the Gryffindor House. Then I read up a little more on their other characteristics.