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I had a Harry Potter dream last night.
I'm not even a huge fan, though I've read the books. I haven't seen the latest movie yet, but it's on my to-do list. Anyway, I was me today (i.e. 36 years old) but was at the school and had just been sorted into the Slytherin house. They were doing the sorting privately rather than in front of everyone. So, Slytherin for me. Now, if I was my 11 year old self and getting sorted, I think I would've ended up in Ravenclaw, the smarty-pants house. Today I'd guess Hufflepuff, since I think I'm less of an intellectual these days out of a combination of rearranged priorities and laziness. But not Slytherin; they're too ambitious for me. I don't have patience for the sort of machiavellian stuff they're into. But somehow I got sorted there.
They gave me a green robe. It fit across the shoulders but was way too short, so I had to ask for another size- it was long enough, but way baggy around the shoulders. More evidence that I didn't fit in here really well. But the sorting was completed, so they let everyone else in. I saw Harry and Hermione, and smiled at them, thinking it might be nice to be friends with them- but they saw me in the green robe and immediately assumed 'enemy' and glared, which I thought was foolish. Draco and his dad came in next, and they both looked at me appraisingly, and smiled in a reserved ('we'll see if she makes it') sort of way; again, it seemed silly but I was glad to have at least some friends. I wondered what the odds were of me being able to stay out of all the idiotic political B.S. and just make a few friends and enjoy myself. I figured I might be able to find a few people who weren't wound so tight, and have fun learning to make potions and such.
Not sure if there's any great cosmic meaning there, but it was a pretty vivid dream.
I'm not even a huge fan, though I've read the books. I haven't seen the latest movie yet, but it's on my to-do list. Anyway, I was me today (i.e. 36 years old) but was at the school and had just been sorted into the Slytherin house. They were doing the sorting privately rather than in front of everyone. So, Slytherin for me. Now, if I was my 11 year old self and getting sorted, I think I would've ended up in Ravenclaw, the smarty-pants house. Today I'd guess Hufflepuff, since I think I'm less of an intellectual these days out of a combination of rearranged priorities and laziness. But not Slytherin; they're too ambitious for me. I don't have patience for the sort of machiavellian stuff they're into. But somehow I got sorted there.
They gave me a green robe. It fit across the shoulders but was way too short, so I had to ask for another size- it was long enough, but way baggy around the shoulders. More evidence that I didn't fit in here really well. But the sorting was completed, so they let everyone else in. I saw Harry and Hermione, and smiled at them, thinking it might be nice to be friends with them- but they saw me in the green robe and immediately assumed 'enemy' and glared, which I thought was foolish. Draco and his dad came in next, and they both looked at me appraisingly, and smiled in a reserved ('we'll see if she makes it') sort of way; again, it seemed silly but I was glad to have at least some friends. I wondered what the odds were of me being able to stay out of all the idiotic political B.S. and just make a few friends and enjoy myself. I figured I might be able to find a few people who weren't wound so tight, and have fun learning to make potions and such.
Not sure if there's any great cosmic meaning there, but it was a pretty vivid dream.
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Date: Jun. 28th, 2004 08:20 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: Jun. 28th, 2004 03:15 pm (UTC)From:and not to judge people by the surface.