"Your Pottermore account is ready! Step this way..."
Those words are clearly the best substitutes for my Hogwarts letter. For anyone's Hogwarts letter. I slept with a wide smile after viewing that epic email. I woke up smiling.
Entering Pottermore, I was reminded of my happy days in Club Penguin. But Pottermore is epic-er and better and best-er.
The force was with me. It was mine. I was it.
I am PhoenixWolfsbane31. (Add me if you're on Pottermore) The Phoenix suggested, to me, a link with Gryffindor. My wand which has a Phoenix core, suggested, to me, a link with Gryffindor. I ended up getting sorted into Ravenclaw. Wait. WHAT?!
I must have chosen the wrong options. My account might have been jinxed. I must have ended up on the wrong side of karma, like FTK down there. Being optimistic is a bitch thing to be.
Atleast, as a consolidator, I'm not in Hufflepuff. I wouldn't want to die and end up becoming a vampire.
I went for an unexpected and uncharacteristic jog to perspire the feeling of being in the most overcrowded House on Pottermore. It didn't help. I ended up getting sweaty and stinky and out of breath and on the verge of extinction. Instead, what helped me was Pokemon which magically appeared on my TV screen. I don't remember the last time I watched it. Pikachu looks the same. Team Rocket blasted off again.
No photo for you today. I'm so mean. I'm so badass. I'm in love with Pikachu.
Those words are clearly the best substitutes for my Hogwarts letter. For anyone's Hogwarts letter. I slept with a wide smile after viewing that epic email. I woke up smiling.
Entering Pottermore, I was reminded of my happy days in Club Penguin. But Pottermore is epic-er and better and best-er.
The force was with me. It was mine. I was it.
I am PhoenixWolfsbane31. (Add me if you're on Pottermore) The Phoenix suggested, to me, a link with Gryffindor. My wand which has a Phoenix core, suggested, to me, a link with Gryffindor. I ended up getting sorted into Ravenclaw. Wait. WHAT?!
I must have chosen the wrong options. My account might have been jinxed. I must have ended up on the wrong side of karma, like FTK down there. Being optimistic is a bitch thing to be.
Atleast, as a consolidator, I'm not in Hufflepuff. I wouldn't want to die and end up becoming a vampire.
I went for an unexpected and uncharacteristic jog to perspire the feeling of being in the most overcrowded House on Pottermore. It didn't help. I ended up getting sweaty and stinky and out of breath and on the verge of extinction. Instead, what helped me was Pokemon which magically appeared on my TV screen. I don't remember the last time I watched it. Pikachu looks the same. Team Rocket blasted off again.
No photo for you today. I'm so mean. I'm so badass. I'm in love with Pikachu.
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