If you didn't know, I'm a Potter fan. Saw the first movie and fell in love. So, after years of ignoring it, I finally signed up for Pottermore, which was kinda cool. Got to get a wand (dogwood with phoenix feather core, 11 3/4 inches, hard), walk around Diagon for a bit, then off to Hogwarts.
Then I got Sorted.
I always saw myself as a Hufflepuff, maybe a Ravenclaw. I like to think I'm brainy, and not particularly brave or cunning. So I take the test, answer the questions as honestly as I can, and the Sorting Hat puts me in...
Slytherin.
Slytherin?
I don't even know how that happened. So I called my (older) sister and told her about Pottermore and asked "which house do you think I ended up in?" Her answer...
Slytherin. She didn't even hesitate.
WTF? I never would have pegged myself a Slytherin or a Gryffindor, never ever, but now I'm in that house. It's not that I don't like Slytherin. I mean my favorite character (Snape) was head of house, but it still doesn't feel right. I wonder what kind of algorithm they used to determine which answers direct you to which house.
Okay, so later this morning, I sign my sister up for Pottermore and she takes the test as well. At the end of the sorting test they straight up asked her what house she wanted to be in: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, so she chose Gryffindor. So now I feel kinda sad that my sister is in a different (fictional) House than I am, because in reality we are only three years apart, and it would suck going to a boarding school and not being able to keep each other up at night talking.
I think I'm taking this whole Sorting thing a bit too seriously for someone as old as I am.