Welcome welcome, to another blog post at drinkingbooks.
Okay so if you know me, you’ll know one of three things (if not all of them)
- I love Harry Potter
- I love reading
- I am a Slytherin
Now, I am lucky. I am part of the generation that grew up with Harry Potter. I have vivid memories that creep up on me. That suck me in and hold on tight until I wake up from reality and start yelling Bombada and Crucio to passing strangers, just kidding, I don’t do that, I yell Avada Kedavra. But this growing up with Harry also means a few big memories. I remember Pottermore being a rumour, a delightful one that sent shivers up my spine as I realised, I would soon know what House I would be! It was an important part of loving Harry Potter- knowing your house.
When the day rolled around, I yanked open my laptop and fired up Pottermore. Now, the old Pottermore was different from this new one. I remember going through Privet Drive and Diagon Alley to find cauldrons, books and animals before you’d even get the chance to go Hogwarts. But once you finally found what you needed for First Year- BOOM SORTING TIIIIMEEEEE
There are, as you know, four Houses. I capitalise Houses because they are important. The Houses are the following; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. All Houses have their own merit and their own achievers. 5 years ago I clicked away, I answered how I felt and my first EVER House was Hufflepuff.
Naturally, I redid it and achieved the following, Slytherin. Swiftly, I lost the password to that account and that was that.
So when the news of “accurate House sorting” came about I hurried back to Pottermore and became a Slytherin. And that’s how I stayed for ages. I embraced the serpent House and loved it! So you’re probably wondering how I am calling this an “Existential Crisis” ahahhhaahah well, so, here’s the thing. I’ve been a Slytherin for years. I’ve always wanted to be a Slytherin and display qualities Salazathar Slytherin would be proud of.
So when the 20th Anniversary came around I showed off my Slytherin Pride. Pranced around as if I were Draco Malfoy before a day later I decided to “redo” my Pottermore out of curiosity more than anything. But also because Time magazine had released a brand new quiz and gave me 0% Slytherin.
So yeah, incoming panic of “what the actual” and “fuck off am I not a Slytherin”.
Hastily, I reset my Pottermore and did the quizzes again, leaving my House till last. So I became Thunderbird at Ilvermorny, got a Black Stallion Patronus, Hazel Wood 12 3/4 inch wand with Phoenix feather core and reasonably supple flexibility. Eventually, I could put it off no longer. I tapped away, I pressed the answers I felt were the truest to who I am.
I got sorted.
For years I was a Slytherin and a sudden new quiz had thrown that into peril, who was I?
Well, apparently, I’m a Hufflepuff.
Which I found to be particularly surprising at first. But then I thought about the key values Helga looked for and how she took in all of Salazars students and taught them when he abandoned Hogwarts.
She looks after all regardless of what bloodtype they are.
I accept people regardless of where they are from, who they are, what race/religion/sex/sexuality etc they are.
She values dedication, patience and loyalty.
I am very dedicated to achieving my dreams and to those that deserve it, they get my loyalty. I am a caring person deep down despite having the qualities of a Slytherin- pride, ambition, cunning.
But I didn’t see it like this at first. Oh no, I flew into OH MY GOD NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO for a good 30 minutes. I texted my friends, I took other online tests only for them to give me the same outcome.
Eventually, I accepted whilst I’ll be a Slytherin I know I am really a Hufflepuff. But it got me thinking.
Are we the same person we were 5 years ago or are we different? Have our life experiences mellowed or toughened us up? Because in those 5 years I’ve lost my Nan, nearly lost my mum more times than I ever want to think about, had a mental breakdown, became extremely depressed, lost and gained so much.
In short, a lot has happened.
But has that had a direct effect on me? I know I am not the same person I was 5 years ago. I’m different, I’m happier. Even just this past year I’ve seen a dramatic improvement in my mental health because of who I surround myself with now.
As a child, you long to find out your House. Heck even in Harry Potter it’s an immense thing and it sticks with you long after you leave Hogwarts. But this pushed me to this simple thought;
Can our Houses change as we mature?
Because I think they can. Imagine at age 11 you are told you are in Ravenclaw. Naturally, everyone will think you are smart and clever. But what if you break under the pressures of having to retain your Ravenclaw title. What if you are a Gryffindor and after being betrayed by a close friend you are no longer brave, you are cowardly and sink away wanting to just help people who need you most. What if you are sorted into Hufflepuff and you are the most kindest and gentlest of souls, but then someone hurts you so bad you flip and you are no longer kind.
Because life happens! It does and it stinks.
But it also changes and shapes us into the humans we are today. The humans that find love, happiness, joy, hope. The humans that help and save. In a long winded way, what I am trying to say is that we could show many different qualities each House admires yet we could show more of one at some points of our lives.
(I made a long twitter thread about my House crisis so you can look at that here)
Crisis over I am now a Proud Hufflepuff and I don’t FIND that surprising.
What House are you?