To anyone who has yet to be sorted on Pottermore, let me tell you just this: It is as exciting as you hoped it would be.
I’ve been thinking about this since I was 11. Considering I am now 23, that has been quite some time. I have always wondered, If I were sorted at Hogwarts, where would I end up? Now, as I sit here with my Pottermore screen open, just one click away from beginning my question-answering process, I find myself anxious. For all intents and purposes, this sorting will be as official and real as it will ever get. J.K. Rowling compiled this particular sorting quiz and, therefore, its results are, in my book, canon.
Over the years, I have taken dozens of other sorting quizzes. Nearly all of them yield completely different results, and that is why I feel the way I do right now. Honestly, I will be excited about any of them. There are personal and global pros and cons of each house, and I am thrilled to consider myself a part of any. But the sad part for me is that, after this, I will no longer hold my identity with three of them. Up until now, in not quite being sure in which house I would even put myself, I have identified a bit with all of them. Now, it is time to let three of them go. From now on, I will probably, in a very giddy way, read the books and watch the films with a new appreciation and pride for fellow housemates.
But, with that being said, I need to figure out from which house those housemates will come. There’s no turning back now. See you on the other side!
So…after having found the Magical Quill on Day 1 of the contest (and within the first 10 minutes, no less), I honestly thought that I would receive my Hogwarts acceptance letter Pottermore welcome email on August 7th. When that didn’t happen, August 8th seemed logical. And then, when that day came and went, I felt sure it would come on August 13th. But no. Instead, I waited “a few weeks,” just like the Pottermore website said I would (though I was reluctant to believe it). By the time those few weeks had gone by, I nearly felt numb. Whereas, I spent my first few days of the second week of August staring intently at my email account while I refreshed the page repeatedly, I now spent my time doing other things. I found myself reading new novels, having a normal social life, and putting off my graduate thesis. I even found myself thinking, “Well, maybe it’s good that I don’t have access to Pottermore yet because it means that I can focus on my thesis before classes resume.”
And then, as is apt to occur just when one finds the silver lining she has been looking weeks for, my real-deal-not-a-tease Pottermore welcome email finally arrived in my inbox. I stared dumbly at the notification on my smart phone. And then, like any respectable 23 year old woman would do, I flipped out.