The Imitation European
An American's Adventures in Berlin and Beyond
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Success!
Almost totally different set of questions this time, which hit directly on the small but important elements of my personality that distinguish me as a Ravenclaw rather than a Hufflepuff. I didn’t even have to game the system at all!
Pottermore, you are back in my good graces.
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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:
- You spend most Saturday nights with:
a. Your friends.
b. Your books.
- A friend sends you the message, “Today must of been my lucky day… I just won the lottery!” You respond:
a. “Hooray!”
b. “I hope you won enough to pay for remedial grammar lessons.”
- Upon being sorted into Hufflepuff, you will:
a. Be happy.
b. Write a blog post about how that’s wrong, providing a list of supporting examples in multiple choice format.
I rest my case.
- You spend most Saturday nights with:
