People always asked me why I was in Gryffindor. It was always a question I hated especially later on. It was known that your house is your family, not only for your time at Hogwarts but probably long after that as well. As I had lived at Hogwarts and considered it more of a home than my actual home, even by the time I was eleven, I never actually got a sense of house pride.

For me it was a sense of house guilt. If Gryffindor won, of course I was happy. If Slytherin won I was happy because my uncle was in a natural good mood (always the best kind) but guilty because Gryffindor hadn’t won. If Hufflepuff won I felt happy because many of my friends were in Hufflepuff and yet still I felt guilty. Ravenclaw less so I’m afraid.
For me it has always been a case of Hogwarts Pride rather than House Pride.

I think it may have something to do with the fact that I have been brought up with so many different “teams”. Before even starting at Hogwarts I was aware, if not actually sure what they meant, that I was Muggle, Woodland Elf and Magical. I had friends and family in Slytherin, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

To me, being one thing or another seemed incredibly stupid. I was all of these things combined. I was proud of every part of me. Everything I could transfigure into. I was told not to be afraid of it. To embrace what I was doing. I think that’s a big part of it, and potentially a big part of who I have become.