My sorting reactions:
because unlike the rest of you I am not a complete fucking moron and I actually understand the point.
You don’t choose your house people,
J.K. RowlingThe Sorting Hat does.
…because it’s not like Harry’s wishes had anything to do with what house he was sorted into or anything…
Natalie McDonald, who appears on page 159 of Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire, was a real person. She was a nine-year-old girl from Toronto, Canada, who was dying of leukemia. She wrote to JK Rowling asking what was going to happen in the next Harry Potter book as she would not live long enough to read it. The kindly author emailed back, but Natalie had died a day earlier. In tribute, she became a first-year student at Hogwarts named by the Sorting Hat in Gryffindor - the house for the brave at heart - in the fourth book.
I reblog this every time. Ugh. It’s on page 180-something in the paperback US copy.
There was a girl who came-up to me the other day in the street, sort of ballooned out of the pavement in front of me like she’d Apparated. She must have been early twenties and she said to me “You are my childhood”. About the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
Shit, now I’m crying.