Last night I dreamt I was going to enter an official Harry Potter fanclub.
Something like Pottermore you could say.
I entered a room with scarves of the 4 houses, and a Sorting Hat on the chair.
But of course, this was reality, and sorting hats don't really work, so I was given a questionaire to fill in.
The results of which would determine my house.
The Sorting Hat was placed upon my head and it had a hard time placing me.
(This was a dream, so the Sorting Hat did work and talk.)
I knew I was a Hufflepuff, but didn't know what to tell the Sorting Hat.
"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin..." I whispered.
I don't even know why I whispered that.
I always act like Harry Potter in my dreams.
The hat was now chosing between Griffindor and Hufflepuff.
An assistant, who had collected my form, noticed I wrote that I did not drink coffee, and told the Sorting Hat.
Immediately it shouted: "Hufflepuff!!!"
I don't know why I keep dreaming of Harry Potter.
Something like Pottermore you could say.
I entered a room with scarves of the 4 houses, and a Sorting Hat on the chair.
But of course, this was reality, and sorting hats don't really work, so I was given a questionaire to fill in.
The results of which would determine my house.
The Sorting Hat was placed upon my head and it had a hard time placing me.
(This was a dream, so the Sorting Hat did work and talk.)
I knew I was a Hufflepuff, but didn't know what to tell the Sorting Hat.
"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin..." I whispered.
I don't even know why I whispered that.
I always act like Harry Potter in my dreams.
The hat was now chosing between Griffindor and Hufflepuff.
An assistant, who had collected my form, noticed I wrote that I did not drink coffee, and told the Sorting Hat.
Immediately it shouted: "Hufflepuff!!!"
I don't know why I keep dreaming of Harry Potter.
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