So my friend Chantel and I were texting about Harry Potter-related things when I told her to tell our friend, Ben, that he was a Hufflepuff, even though he's clearly a Gryffindor.
As anticipated he was PISSED. lolz
Which I thought was hilarious, until Chantel told me I was a Hufflepuff.
At first I thought she was kidding, but when she said she wasn't I started getting really pissed.
In my rage I took to Twitter to rant/ find solace.
I'M A GRYFFINDOR, GOD DAMMIT!!!!
But then, I was like "Wait a minute, am I actually a Hufflepuff? Maybe I'm just a kind, sweet angel baby who thinks she's a lion." I began spiraling.
Like, I actually couldn't sleep because I was so distraught. I tried my best to shake off the haters.
Literally me to myself.
I even started reaching out to my fellow Potterheads to see what they thought about my crisis.
I needed help. I was deteriorating by the second, going through every stage of grieving in mere minutes.
I even reached out to JK, herself, cuz you never know... she's been really active on Twitter these days.
Honestly, all hope was lost until I was someone was like "Why don't you just take the Pottermore quiz?"
So Chantel and I FaceTimed while I signed up for Pottermore... fucking unlocked my Gringotts account, got a wand, AND bought an owl.
Eventually though, I was sorted into my house. AND LO AND BEHOLD...
Needless to say I was on top of the whole fucking world!!!
LIKE LOOK AT MY FACE. THAT IS REAL Y'ALL. I HAVE ACTUALLY NEVER BEEN THAT HAPPY IN MY LIFE.
And then in the greatest turn of events of all time, Chantel decided she wanted to get sorted into a house. AND GUESS 👏 WHAT 👏 SHE 👏 GOT 👏
HUFFLEPUFF. SHE GOT HUFFLEPUFF AND THIS WAS HER FACE.
God is good, y'all.
Now it was Chantel's turn to have a life crisis. OH HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED.
Honestly, I was SO happy.
But eventually we all have to accept who we really are...