Because I’m sure you’re dying to know what happened when I crossed the threshold into Pottermore….
A wand chose me at Ollivanders…
And I got sorted…
Surprising. Not disappointing. But surprising. Â Guess it pays to close one’s eyes and chant softly, “Not Slytherin…. Not Slytherin…”
I’m in good company with the likes of Professor Flitwick, Mr. Ollivander, and, of course, Luna Lovegood. (I’m just gonna pretend that the Sorting Hat was drunk the day it gave us Gilderoy Lockhart.)
Anybody wanna buy a nice set of Hufflepuff Quidditch robes?
