I need to share just how worked up I got about house sorting in Pottermore. I was actually getting stressed out about it and terrified I’d say the wrong thing.
But it’s all ok.
Because it turns out that I’m an honest-to-God Gryffindor.
JK Rowling says I’m a Gryffindor. Oh no big deal, it’s not like this has been building for half my life. I’m not tearing up or anything. Nope.