Fierce, white hot, rabid anger.
I dreamed I was in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows as myself--I wasn't projected as one of J.K.'s existing characters. I was running around with Harry and Ron (Ron, how have you gotten so attractive lately?), and I was pretty much loving life.
Then we got ambushed by some Death Eaters.
Then I pulled out my wand...and no spells came out of my mouth.
Time was suspended as I stood frozen in gaping horror, Death Eater slowly rising before me. And I knew I was a goner.
Then I gasped, and looked around. And I saw my alarm clock. I wasn't about to be killed by a Death Eater.
And I realized I didn't do anything. I stood there like a scared little child.
Like a Hufflepuff.
Not even a Ravenclaw.
Question: do people hate on Hufflepuffs too much? Why are there no awesome Ravenclaws? Shouldn't we be able to value other Houses?
Even still...I don't want to be a Hufflepuff.
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