Of Sorting Hats And Boyfriend Rats

(My fiancé and I have both just joined Pottermore, the online Harry Potter game. I have already been sorted into Slytherin. I’m eagerly awaiting my fiancé’s sorting, hopefully into the same house.)

Fiancé: “Aw…”

Me: “What’d you get?”

Fiancé: “Gryffindor.”

Me: “Oh. Well, just so you know, Slytherin is totally kicking Gryffindor’s a** for the house cup, so your loss.”

Fiancé: “Good!”

Me: “Huh?”

Fiancé: “I want to be the worst Gryffindor ever, so I can be with you!”

Me: “Aw, that’s quite possibly the sweetest and geekiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Fiancé: “Or better yet, I could be your animagus pet rat and just hang out in your shirt all day.”