The first things I did on my Harry Potter journey were:
1. To create a Pottermore account.
2. To pick a Siamese cat as my animal (I now somewhat regret this decision made because I love the Siamese cats in Lady and the Tramp – my first learning moment).
3. To be selected by a redwood, unicorn core wand (I mistakenly thought that my wand was made from unicorn horn and I was all excited that a unicorn selected me, but I was later disabused of this fantasy when I kept hearing about unicorn cores by others. So, while a fine wand selected me, it is much more utilitarian than I had first believed.)
4. To become sorted in the Hufflepuff house.
I did all of this because when I joined Sheila’s Harry Potter Re-Read Challenge, I needed to select one of her four images when I wrote my post. I had no real concept of house, even though the shield images gave some ideas as to the character associated with them. The first one that appealed to me was in fact Hufflepuff because the name sounds comforting. When the Sorting Hat confirmed that initial tug in that direction, it made me happy and excited to begin the books having already been sorted into a house.
I finished The Sorcerer’s Stone having enjoyed the experience. I even kept a co-worker or two entertained as I gave play by plays of what happened. One co-worker caught me at just the right time when I was mad at Hermione. I may have called her a b*tch and accused her of readily agreeing to test Snape’s hypothesis that his sh*t didn’t stink. The very next chapter I warmed to her a little, but right now I’m a little ticked at her reaction to Harry and Ron’s less than spectacular arrival back at Hogwarts for their second year. She needs to cast an anti-judgy spell against herself, but I suspect her undying admiration of Gilderoy Lockhart (I call him Gordon Lightfoot in my head) will assist with this greatly. Oh, and back to my point: as I finished The Socerer’s Stone, I noticed there wasn’t much Hufflepuff action. I am thankful not to be a Slytherin, but I was saddened when Hufflepuff found itself in last place at the end of the year.
Over the course of reading the book and discussing it with others, people inevitably laugh as me when I say, “I’m a Hufflepuff!” or get this knowing look in their eyes as if to say, “it all makes sense now.” My book club on Tuesday had a grand old time laughing at me because each and every one of them had read the complete series. We talked about it so much (our selection, Dope by Sara Gran, was a moderately enjoyed book and we did discuss that first) that they all registered on Pottermore to get sorted into houses. Of the five of us, there is one Gryffendor, two Ravenclaws, one Slytherin, and yours truly, the only cuddly Hufflepuff of the bunch.
I’ve been dying to find out why “it makes sense” that I’m a Hufflepuff for a while now. Thankfully a coworker, who smirked immediately upon hearing the first Huff of Hufflepuff let me in on the secret, which is this:
For the record, I am not now and have never been lactose intolerant!
To those of you who have laughed at me since I’ve undertaken this journey – Screw You!!!!! (but only in the very friendliest of ways!) At 1/3 of the way through Chamber of Secrets I fully believe that the House of Hufflepuff needs a hero. Unless and until one rises in J. K. Rowling’s literature, I am prepared to be just that. I am Hufflepuff! Hear me make whatever vicious noise it is that badgers (not aardvarks – I’ve now figured that out, too) make!