As my Facebook friends are perhaps already aware, today I suffered the worst indignity that can befall a true Ravenclaw: being sorted into Hufflepuff by mistake. As much as I was enjoying Pottermore up until that point, I must say I found the methodology of the sorting quite suspect. I realize that the questions have to be suitably vague to prevent Gryffindor from exploding due to self-sorting, but that’s no reason to get sloppy. In retrospect, the potion smelling of “chocolate and plums” was classic Hufflebait, but honestly, I fail to see how choosing to drink the most apparently potable of four mystery liquids shows anything other than good common sense. I don’t care if the potion shining “as if made of diamond dust” is a metaphor for my sparkling Ravenclaw intellect, I’m not drinking it. Because it sounds like it might kill me.
Here are three better questions the Hat could have used to conclude that I am not in fact a Hufflepuff, but a Ravenclaw:
I rest my case.