Thursday, September 29, 2011

Sort me out

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.

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