A Hufflepuff's Worst Nightmare

geetargrl59, your go-to Huffpuff, just got the worst news EVER.—Sparkitors

Hey guys! Wassup? Are you good? You are? Good, 'cause I'm not, and I figure at least one of us should be happy.

In the midst of answering your trivial inquiries about the Huff House with the utmost hilarity, I got my Pottermore welcome email. Yay! So instead of attending to your burning questions, I immediately started exploring the site, collecting random items and reading about things I already know. I purchased my supplies, got my wand, and was on my way to virtual Hogwarts.

Tears of joy and excitement were rolling down my face as JK Rowling explained the sorting process, with an emphasis on the decision being FINAL. I answered the questions, closed my eyes, crossed my fingers, and prayed to Wizard God that I'd be in the right house.

....And then, every Hufflepuff's nightmare occurred: I got sorted into Ravenclaw.

WHAT?!?! How on LOAM did I get into RAVENCLAW?!?! I mean, no offense to the other Ravenclaws out there, but SERIOUSLY?!? I don't understand where I went wrong! Again, no offense!

I've been a Hufflepuff at the real Hogwarts since I was 11! I was the Hufflepuff Prefect last year and Head Girl this year! I organized the PuffPuffs, the Hufflepuff Knitting Club AND the ultimate "I Spy" Hogwarts battle! I pronounce words oddly! People find my optimism annoying! I DO CHILDREN'S WORD SEARCH PUZZLES IN MY FREE TIME! My personality just SCREAMS Hufflepuff! I've never considered myself clever, smart, or not-Hufflepuff material at ALL!

Although I guess it makes sense on some aspects. I was the smartest Hufflepuff in the House, my cleverness in writing is hilARious, I enjoy the color blue, and I think the only reason why the Sorting Hat put me into Hufflepuff in the first place was because I couldn't stop smiling and he thought it was annoying.

And so, with a heavy heart, I'm afraid I must turn in my Hufflepuff tie, t-shirt, and key chain for *shudder shudder* Ravenclaw attire. It's gonna be hard tellin' the gang at Skate Town that we can't have our weekly HufflePuffle meetings anymore. After all, everyone knows a website's decision trumps the actual Sorting Hat's. It's time to sit down, trade in my Littlest Pet Shop coloring book for a sudoku, and start writing articles from an intellectual Ravenclaw's point of view. Because from now on, Hufflepuffs... we're enemies.

Or we're still BFFLs, just in different houses. I'm not sure how this Ravenclaw thing works.

Any Ravenclaws out there got advice for their newest (and most begrudging) member?

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