I Refuse To Be A Muggle.

If you've been following my blog, or probably even if you've only read a post or two, you've realized I'm a nerd. I'm alright with it. I've learned to embrace it. My nerdiness is a part of who I am, and obviously I have no interest in changing that. I rather like myself.

A huge part of my nerd life (and life in general) for the past decade-plus-a-couple-odd-years has been...yes...Harry Potter. And that's what this whole post is going to be about, so if you hate Harry Potter, I suggest you stop reading now. Otherwise you'll get sick of this post REAL fast. Anway, I devoured the books, waited eagerly for each movie, and bawled my eyes out through the last one. When the credits rolled on Deathly Hallows Part 2 it was honestly like I had just said goodbye to some of my dearest childhood friends. I was the same age as Harry, Ron, and Hermione when I started reading the books, so I'd felt like I had grown up with them. All the while feeling seriously embittered that apparently the owl delivering my Hogwarts letter had been struck by lightning or something on its trans-Atlantic flight.

And so, resigned to the fact that my poor post-owl was roosting in the Heavenly Owlrey, I simply began soaking in as much magical knowledge as I could outside the blessed halls of Hogwarts. In other words, I became a huge Harry Potter nerd. But it was alright, because most of my friends and cousins were too. So I wasn't alone. We chatted about the books and movies, and then, one hilarious day, we were enlightened to the greatness that is A Very Potter Musical. If you love Harry Potter and you haven't seen AVPM...DO IT! Seriously. It's on YouTube. Look it up.

Even better than AVPM though was the day I finally got to ACTUALLY go to Hogwarts!

Okay...so we went to Universal Studios. But still...I was pretty jazzed all day. All my childhood Harry Potter dreams came to life. I drank Butterbeer, ate at the Three Broomsticks, and bought candy at Honeydukes. Oh...and I bought a Gryffindor sweater and tie and totally rocked them out for Halloween. Complete with homemade wand, crafted with love by my wonderful Grandpa.

But after we left, I couldn't help but wonder what would be next? What would feed my need for Harry Potter? Well...Pottermore. Ever since I first heard talk of Pottermore, I was super stoked. MORE Harry Potter information?! Bring it on! Then tell me I can be sorted into a house and compete for house points?! My happy little nerd heart might just stop.

Naturally I signed up as soon as I could. (After that whole annoying beta-testing phase that only select people got to be part of...) I wanted to know what house I would be in! Gryffindor was my hope, because who doesn't want to be in the same house as Harry Potter? But really, I just wanted anything but Hufflepuff. Even Slytherin would have been better than Hufflepuff. I mean...come on. Hufflepuff? What do they do? Gryffindors are brave, Slytherins are cunning, Ravenclaws are wise...Hufflepuffs are...nice? They've always just struck me as the leftovers of Hogwarts. If you're not brave, cunning, or wise enough for the other houses, they stick you in Hufflepuff. (No offense to any hard core Hufflepuff fans out there...)

My cousin Kate also signed up, and so one evening, all via text message, we began the journey to Hogwarts. Kate didn't want Hufflepuff either, so when we both reached the sorting, we were super nervous. (Only serious nerds are nervous about something like this, I realize that.) I completed my sorting...and...RAVENCLAW! I was relieved. It wasn't Gryffindor, but at least it wasn't Hufflepuff either. And really, considering how bookish and nerdy I am, Ravenclaw makes the most sense for me.

Then, a few minutes later, I get this gem of a text:

It seriously made my night, and I got to laugh at my darling Hufflepuff cousin for a good hour or so. Fortunately, she also saw the humor in the situation and laughed right along with me. Unfortunately for both of us, we completed all of Sorcerer's Stone WAY fast, and now we have to WAIT for Chamber of Secrets! What nonsense! It could be a blessing in disguise though. As though I need another massive time-suck in my life. Pinterest is bad enough. 

However...if any of you are on Pottermore, you should tell me in the comments. I want friends. I'm BronzeChaser685. :)