Upon arrival, I was confronted with a Mt. Everest stack of paperwork. Should the Ministry of Magic pay your fees? Are you taking POTIONS 1021 or DEF. AGAINST THE DARK ARTS 2054? Interested in joining the Quiddich team? All those colourful pages smirked at me as I struggled to find a place to start.

However that was only the beginning..

The sorting process was about to start, and as I stepped into the Great Hall, all I could see was a sea of amateur wizards with an occasional gypsy smuggled in between. At the end of the hall, I glimpsed the almighty sorting hat that was coughing and spluttering in its senile state. I took my place at the end of a seemingly endless line and hoped for the best.

And so I waited .. and waited ..

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And waited ..

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You may listen to this song while we wait..

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And waited ..

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SPOT THE GYPSY!!!!!!!!!!!!

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And waited ..

- 3.5 hours later -

"HARRY PLEASE STEP FORWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Finally, I thought to myself.

Hat: hmm.. yer a wizard Harry!

Me: I'm a ............WHAT?!

Hat: yer a wizard Harry!!

Me: I'm a ........................... WHAT?!

Amid this state of profound confusion and as driven by my passionate desire to live a muggleborn life, I bolted for the door and ran like crazy maniac. FREEDOM AT LAST!!! I've never been so grateful to escape from that dungeon of hell.

THE END.