(Right Shoulder Demon is stabbing me, saying, "You promised to talk about the band! You need to keep your promises! Be a good and honest person!". I never promised anything, and to hell with honesty. I'm a goddamn pirate. Fuck you, Right Shoulder Demon.)
Okay. The Band. The completely hypothetical (at this point) but outrageously kickass band. It has always been my dream to be a rock star. I started playing classical guitar three years ago- I suck, but it always sounds better when it's electric, right? So all we need to do is get a lefty electric, finish that room in the basement (with the haunted saw blade Ari and Hana are so freaked out about), get Hana a keyboard, find a drummer and a bassist, convince everyone that Craven's Field* would be the best name ever, and we're good to go.
This is the part where I scare everyone away. I'm a Potter freak. Okay? Good. I don't for the life of my know how I'd be Sorted, which, to me, is a huge problem.** So, my latest project- figure out where the hell I'd be by taking every sorting quiz on the Aethernet***, ten at a time.
ROUND ONE-
Ravenclaw: 1
Hufflepuff: 1
Slytherin: 2
Gryffindor: 6
Not what I expected.
-Kat the Uncharacteristically-Steeped-in-Brevity
* There's a good description of the original Craven's Field in The Ghost Map, by Steven Johnson, which you should read anyway, it's fantastic.
** I hate labels, so I don't see why this is so important to me.
*** Brass Goggles, I love you.
Also, if anyone gets the title, I've got the melody line worked out!
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