I Belong In Gryffindor House

Muggle borns are not welcome in this providence or town. I despise them totally, now that I am wearing Gryffindor’s crown. Deemed myself the queen of the red and gold, courageous I am. Inside Rowling’s novel, Hermoine and Ron are both a sacred friend. Don’t say anything mean about Hagrid; he is my champion now. Chivalry and determination are my mantras, said with a bow. Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort! I scream, daring him to appear. He Who Shall Not be Named is for me no bully to fear. I attend Hogwart’s School of Magic, and I am great at the spells. I leave Quidditch to Harry, as long as the Slytherins he fells. Was that the golden snitch? I have to be on my toes for sure. I am a muggle-born witch, but my intents are totally pure. Hufflepuffs amuse me, with their loyalty and determination to work. Witty wise Ravenclaws yes, but some of them are like Rowena, a jerk. If I had been put into Slytherin with their colors of yellow and green I would have been the angriest witch Hogwarts had ever seen.