Monday, July 18, 2016

Let's Be Honest

I am, without shame, a child of the Harry Potter generation.

I wholeheartedly claimed to be a Gryffindor.  I have a Gryffindor Quidditch hoodie, tote bag, and tee shirt.  I admired their bravery and albeit, rash decision making skills.

I grew up idolizing Hermoine.  Between the love of books, the tolerance of boys' shenanigans, a fuzzy furball, and the seemingly unruly hair, I found my literary heroine.  Heck, I named one of my cats Crookshanks in her honor.

But, dear readers, it's time to be honest.

I am not a Gryffindor.  

I am a Ravenclaw.

Between the sassy comments, love of witty repartee, and dry sense of humor, this is my true house.

I must not buy all the cute Ravenclaw things on {Etsy}

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