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Correction noted. For some reason I thought Hufflepuff was green/yellow.
Whilst I was on board the Hogwarts Express, owls were exchanged back and forth in that curious, schizophrenic fragmentation one finds in dreams, where split times can simultaneously juxtapose and no one minds.
Thus, while missives flew to and fro with their messengers, always the Sorting Hat was on my head as I sat in the banquet hall, all eyes on me in the mind's eye.
And then it was done.
My decision reached in the blink of a bird's wing; leaps of faith made.
Sorted I am and accepted I am.
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