This week Pottermore is celebrating House Pride, a topic that at one point caused me to practically hyperventilate. Growing up as part of the Harry Potter generation meant that sorting ourselves was serious business. All my friends immediately knew to which houses they would belong and happily began collecting the corresponding house gear.
You see, I always fancied myself being in Slytherin. Sure, it was the house with the bad reputation, but it’s also a house full of movers and shakers. Even though the books largely focused on the negative sides of ambition and determination, surely there were good Slytherins. My reasoning proved true later: Severus Snape, Regulus Black, and Horace Slughorn weren’t perfect, but they all did the right thing in the end. Then there’s Andromeda Tonks, born into the most pureblood-crazed family of all, who still followed her heart and married a muggleborn. I would be one of those good Slytherins that were rarely seen in the books.