So after my world was shattered when Kristina Horner took the official Pottermore sorting hat quiz and got Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin.. I went to search for the most reliable (and terribly complicated but possibly more accurate) free sorting quiz I could find through my favorite search tool. Thank you, Google.
The sorting hat says that I belong in Ravenclaw!
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose intelligence is surest."
Ravenclaw students tend to be clever, witty, intelligent, and knowledgeable.
Notable residents include Cho Chang and Padma Patil (objects of Harry and Ron's affections), and Luna Lovegood (daughter of The Quibbler magazine's editor).
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I'm partial to Ravenclaw, in all honesty. The test was 106 questions long, and was incredibly complicated, with the necessity of meticulous answering as you had to rate every question based on your character with the range of 1-9. I took about half an hour.
The scores upon 100 for all 4 houses for mine ranks like so: Gryffindor - 75, Ravenclaw - 92, Hufflepuff - 62, Slytherin - 78.
So if I'm not Ravenclaw-ish, I'm a Slytherin. Suits me so - I'm definitely not brave enough and that loyal and dependable to be Gryffindor, or plain enough and fair to be Hufflepuff.
Other news about getting sorted... I've came up with a rough plan for the next 3 weeks up to promos. Right about now I just wish I can get the whole thing over and done with. It's a pain in the ass just waiting for it arrive.
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Recently I read something that made my heart drop. Don't we all hate that feeling? I know I do. If I knew in advance I'd probably.. still read it.. (due to my incessant stupidity and clawing curiosity) even if I knew I'd regret. Because I do, regret, that is. Would've been better off having never known. Now it's a feeling that will keep niggling at me and I'd take a couple of days to brush it off and think happier thoughts or just forget simply about it. Luckily I only told one; lessen the embarrassing factor when the people I told to about it finds out the truth. I feel like digging deep into the ground and burying myself alive, or jumping into the well where Samara's skeleton floats aimlessly in.
I am never interpreting things beyond my capabilities anymore. I'll just settle for walking around like a blundering fool completely clueless about my environment and aloof of my surroundings. I think I'd be better off that way.
