I Stand Corrected (but Not Really)

After yesterday's cocksure exclamation that I would have most definitely been sorted into Gryffindor, I received the following text message from Grace, the eldest niece of Anne and Kate, two of my college besties, this morning inviting me to make my Hogwarts house of residence official by answering a few questions on J.K. Rowling's official Pottermore website.

Even though I knew in my heart of hearts that I was destined to be in Gryffindor (I mean, let's be honest, I'm basically Albus Dumbledore), I decided to take the test and, wouldn't ya know it, at the very moment that I finished it the World Wide Web hard-glitched and the site made an error.

Pottermore won't let me take the test again, but I can assure whoever may be reading this web log post that I am NOT in mother-fucking Ravenclaw.