P.S. We May Be Retarded (If By 'May Be' I Mean 'Are')
Okay, funny story, lol. So Kat's been bugging me for about a month and a half to apply to hogwarts_elite since she's had a blast with all her Hufflepuff friends she's made. Finally I relented, got past my fears of being Squibbed, and started working on the extensive application.
I've always been a self-proclaimed Gryffindor, but lately I've been finding more and more in common with the other houses, so I really had no clue where I was going to be sorted. As I started answering the questions, I kept switching back and forth, usually between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and kept listening to Kat's stories about the other houses and how it was hard to get into such and such house, or how everyone in such and such house was a certain way.
Finally, I started to get the feeling with the way I was answering questions, not necessarily the answers themselves, that I knew where I was going to be sorted. I told Kat so, and she said (quite disdainfully, lol) that she thought she knew too, and that she would never speak to me again if I was sorted into that house (keep in mind, neither of us had yet to mention the house name out loud).
Some us-typical bickering followed and culminated in me throwing a hairbrush at her from across the room (if you know Kat, this is BAD, lol), then she came at me with a pair of scissors! There was a slight scuffle, which was much less a scuffle than a mutual moment of retardation in which she hit her foot (really hard, she totally has a bruise) on my chair while lunging in at me, and I hit my head on the wall trying to escape her. We both burst into fits of giggles and "owww!"s after which we both admitted that we were probably too ridiculous to fight each other. Which is why we make the best roommates ever!
*palmface* Go on, tell us how ridiculous we are.
I've always been a self-proclaimed Gryffindor, but lately I've been finding more and more in common with the other houses, so I really had no clue where I was going to be sorted. As I started answering the questions, I kept switching back and forth, usually between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and kept listening to Kat's stories about the other houses and how it was hard to get into such and such house, or how everyone in such and such house was a certain way.
Finally, I started to get the feeling with the way I was answering questions, not necessarily the answers themselves, that I knew where I was going to be sorted. I told Kat so, and she said (quite disdainfully, lol) that she thought she knew too, and that she would never speak to me again if I was sorted into that house (keep in mind, neither of us had yet to mention the house name out loud).
Some us-typical bickering followed and culminated in me throwing a hairbrush at her from across the room (if you know Kat, this is BAD, lol), then she came at me with a pair of scissors! There was a slight scuffle, which was much less a scuffle than a mutual moment of retardation in which she hit her foot (really hard, she totally has a bruise) on my chair while lunging in at me, and I hit my head on the wall trying to escape her. We both burst into fits of giggles and "owww!"s after which we both admitted that we were probably too ridiculous to fight each other. Which is why we make the best roommates ever!
*palmface* Go on, tell us how ridiculous we are.