At my birthday dinner, Lindsay passed me gift bag. I gleefully tore away the crinkly paper to pull out a red t-shirt. I gasped. “Gryffindor Quidditch? Team Captain!?” Lindsay nodded proudly. She had just returned from a vacation in Harry Potter World.
“How did you know she was Gryffindor?” another of my birthday guests asked.
“I wrestled with it a lot, actually,” Lindsay explained. “I think you’re 50% Gryffindor, 50% Ravenclaw.”
“That’s exactly how I describe myself!” I agreed.
“So I couldn’t decide which shirt to buy, but eventually my mom told me to choose whichever house you would most want to be in. And I thought, Tricia is both smart and brave, but I think she wants to be more brave, so she would choose Gryffindor.” Continue reading