Now that I'm sorted, I'm free to roam the unfathomably intricate rendition of Hogwarts. The grey scarf tucked into the school wizarding robes I bought in Diagon Alley magically turns yellow.
'Hufflepuff!' the grouchy sorting hat yells. The sorting hat agrees, after peppering me with magazine-style personality quiz questions like 'what do you most value?” (community) and 'which would you rather be?” (trusted).
