A Confession of Sorts

I understand why the Hogwarts first years are nervous about being sorted. I wouldn’t want to face the Sorting Hat myself. I’d be crushed to be placed in Hufflepuff and terrified to be placed in Slytherin. Only Gryffindor or Ravenclaw would do, but only half the kids can be sorted into those two houses. Half the kids have to go elsewhere.

Hufflepuff is, let’s be honest, the uncoolest of the four houses. It’s for the mediocre and the dull, for the kids who aren’t brave enough, smart enough, or interesting enough to get into the other houses. It’s terrible to say so, because Hufflepuffs are good, hard workers, the kind of people without which this world would grind to a halt. But, J.K. Rowling herself made it clear that Gryffindor was the best house and Ravenclaw the second best. Hufflepuff is meh. You can tell just by the name. It’s the only one that’s silly.

I am tempted to say that I would pick Slytherin over Hufflepuff, that I’d rather be evil than dull, but that’s not true. I like to flirt with danger. I can be rebellious. But I’m certain the other Slytherins would scare me and that I would balk at doing anything truly evil, which would make Slytherin an intolerable place to be.

Which leaves Gryffindor, for which I am not brave enough, and Ravenclaw, for which I might not be smart enough. So, there’s a very good chance I’d be a Hufflepuff, crushed.

In the end, the problem with the four houses is that they’re too much like cliques. Cliques tend to generate strong feelings. And the Sorting Hat, to a degree, has the power to decide if the feelings will be good or bad. So keep that Sorting Hat far away from me!

Plus, I doubt it’s ever been washed, so ew ๐Ÿ˜‰

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