Thursday, August 13, 2015


When I finally arrived at Hogwarts, I was so excited, but also really nervous. I was worried I'd get put in Slytherin House, or worse, Hufflepuff. I stood with the other first years, anxiously waiting my turn to put on the sorting hat when Harry Potter was put into Gryffindor. "Neat," I thought, but then it was my turn and no one cared. I wasn't the interesting one. But still, I went up there, sat down, and put on the hat. For a minute, the Sorting Hat pondered what to do with me before yelling out, "NOPE!"

I am still alive