I went into Pottermore fully expecting to be chosen by a holly dragon heartstring wand, and to be sorted into Slytherin. I was totally ready to wrock the green, as I did back in the early Potter days. I kid you not, my MSN name used to be something like .:~*The Death Eater*~:.. God, I loved those squiggly line things back then.
As it turns out, the wand that chose me was rigid, 12 3/4inch, pine, with a -- get this -- phoenix feather core! Though, I admit, I was expecting better than pine, the phoenix feather core outweighs everything. Not only that. After a long trip on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, I arrived at Hogwarts to be sorted in to Gryffindor!
To be honest, Gryffindor was the last house I was expecting to be sorted. I was about 60/40 with Slytherin and Hufflepuff and would also not have been surprised to be Ravenclaw. But now that I think about it, Gryffindor is perfect. I'm bold as fuck. And I feel like I've been part of it this whole time. Sticking with Harry all these years, I can't help but feel comfortable in Gryffindor. I feel like I could walk past the Fat Lady into the Gryffindor Common Room, and know exactly where I'd sit and cozily read my copy of A History of Magic.
I'm Gryffindor with a phoenix feather wand.
And I'll stick with Harry until the very end.
