On the joys of being a Slytherin

In Rambling on July 22, 2013 at 9:12 pm

It’s very unlikely that there’ll be much/anything work related. I apologise.

So some Potter happiness instead. There was a lot of small children – small enough to have probably not been alive during the writing of the books. That made me feel old. (Imagine, they won’t have known the suspense of waiting for new books to be released, won’t have waited ages for Deathly Hallows only for their favourite character to be killed by a huge snake of all things. Nor will they have bought the Half-Blood Prince from a services heading up to Scotland because it had only just been released and it hadn’t sold out there…). I seem to be getting distracted. But, yes. At the very start there was a bit where, as a group, we were asked which house we’d have been sorted into. I was the only (proud) Slytherin…all the small children were Gryffindors through and through (although the absolute silence in response to Hufflepuff was amusing). They don’t know what they’re missing out on… Anyway. Long story short: there was 11am beer drinking (it was my birthday, surely that’s acceptable?), some pretty cool stuff and I bought a nice woollen cardigan. It’s beautiful.





That is all.

  1. One can feel old, but HP makes us young at heart. Haha!

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