Yesterday, I signed up for Pottermore. Yes, you can now all judge me silently across the vast expanses of the internet. However, I do not care and now I'm going to spend my whole blog telling you about my magical other life.
I have been placed in Slytherin House, the most awesome of houses. It is cool, no matter what you Harry Potter fan boys think, and by far the snazziest house with its green and silver colour scheme. I was also given a wand, because I am a wizard now. It is black walnut, with a phoenix feather core, 11 3/4 inches long and hard. Similar to another piece of wood I own, my 12 inch ruler that I use for drawing lines. On Pottermore I also have a pet owl, because wizards have pet owls. Mine is a Barn Owl, and despite the fact that there is no actual way to name your owl, I have decided to call mine Clive. Why Clive? Clive is a name with swagger. I once had 17 (virtual) horses named Clive on Red Dead Redemption.
Right, I am going to have to leave this blog now, I have a Herbicide Potion brewing and need to tend to it, lest it spoil.
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