Synopsis: They say that when you dream of someone it means that they miss you. Well, then who was this boy who's been missing you your whole life?
Pairing : Jimin x reader
Word Count : 5K
Genre : Fluff, Angst, Dream AU, Soulmate AU, S2L
Warnings : Some Language, A bunch of frustration, other than that its clean.
A/N: Hi guys, this is something I whipped up. I hope you enjoy it! Please leave more requests I love to hear your ideas.
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Dreams.
They say that when you dream about someone, it’s because they miss you. You never quite believed the concept, acknowledging it as a fable that people told themselves when they were plagued by thoughts about the same person. A made up excuse, that humans had created to keep themselves in a blissful state of false hope, that their love for someone was requited.
There are other explanations for seeing people in your dreams. Another popular one being that the person that you are dreaming about is a reflection of something going on in your own life. Attributes and actions happening around you mirroring those of your nightly companions. It made you think about just how complicated and advanced the human subconscious actually is. Something so fascinating and confusing at the same time.
All your life you had thought that if you thought about someone or something too much during the time you were conscious, then surely your subconscious would also start to be visited by the individual. You would often spend your nights laying in bed, eyes closed, begging for your subconscious to once, just once, let you decide what your dream would look like. You would let hours pass by just imagining, making up the perfect scenarios as to what you wanted to see. Sometimes they would be your future, what your life would look like, other times you would be walking the halls of Hogwarts chatting up Nearly Headless Nick in the corridors of the infamous castle.
And yet that would never happen. You seemed to be able to dream about one thing only.
All of these explanations, and yet you still don’t understand why you dream of the same plump lipped boy every night.
You don’t exactly remember when it started, but it’s safe to say that it has been a good few years, maybe since you blossomed into adolescence? Before then all your dreams would be focused around, either, people close to you, family members, school friends, or inanimate objects, such as trees and buildings, places, or scenery.
But at some point, that had changed. Slowly you started dreaming of a small boy, around your age, who grew alongside you as the years passed by.
It’s apparently scientifically proven that your brain isn’t able to come up with completely brand new faces, so you must have seen this boy somewhere, but you just can’t place your finger on it.
He seems so familiar to you now, You’d practically spent your whole life watching him grow up during the nights, which seems quite impossible, because how exactly can your brain figure out what a person would look like maturing through puberty? Especially when it's a person you have no recollection of ever meeting.
Nevertheless, he frequented your dreams very very often, and you’d somehow travelled the vast galaxies and universes that your imagination had to offer, together. You had fought off monsters, ventured across the seven seas, floated on clouds, explored the highest mountains and deepest depths of the oceans with him. And yet, still, your favorite dreams were those where you would see some sort of future with him, a quaint house, a few children, or maybe not even that, just him holding you on the couch. How could a fragment of your imagination be so impossibly warm? Make you feel so impossibly safe?
The boy had become the best friend and lover that you never knew you’d needed. He’d become your latibule, your solace. Whenever you felt stressed throughout the day, whenever your boss had ripped you out a new one, whenever you hadn’t had a chance to take a few minutes to rest, or just whenever you felt like things were going wrong, he’d be there at the end of the day, his soft voice pulling you into a new story.
However, it was difficult to deal with at the same time. The boy was beautiful, that was for sure, beauty that you had never experienced before. But it was too much. Your days and nights, both, consisted of only thoughts of him filling your mind. He was too much, too distracting. You couldn’t get any work done, and when you did get work done, it was always of subpar quality. He was mesmerizing, all-consuming, he was fascinating.
It didn’t help your dating life either. How were you supposed to tell a potential life partner that as you lay next to them, you dream of being held by another man. That’s obviously not gonna leave a good impression. And if you love the person enough to do something about your dreams (You had tried to stop them in your teenage years for a boy you thought you loved, who just ended up cheating on you with the cafeteria lady), Well then you’d only end up losing buttloads of precious sleep. You ended up comparing the potential men in your life to him, a perfect person. He seemed perfect, and he plagued your thoughts.
The worst part of it all, your heart yearned to meet him just once. Just lay your gaze on his angelic face, just once. Hold him, just once. And then other days, you wish to yourself that you never end up meeting him, that you can stay with him in the safe space of your confined mind. You don’t need to be let down, if he turns out to be someone who doesn’t like you at all, you don't want your only safety belt to be snatched away, not knowing if he’s going to catch you when you jump. You think all of these thoughts, and sometimes even manage to convince yourself that he’s a living breathing person who exists, forgetting all other problems in the world. But you know, that fantasizing about your meeting is useless, you know it’s never going to happen, he doesn’t exist.
“Hey! Your hair’s changed again, it was blond yesterday,” You reach out to softly pat his head, threading your fingers through a few strands of his black hair.
Hm.. his plump lips stretch into an infectious smile,
“I just thought it was time to go back to the basics, you know? Just put on a bunch of box dye at home by myself.”
He reached up to grasp your hand in his, interlacing your fingers together in the process.
“You should’ve asked me to help you! At least then it would’ve applied properly,”
Smiling at you sweetly, he responds, “You’re a whole different person, with a whole other life, I’d rather spend the entire day waiting for you, than bother you when you’re busy.”
“I’ve always liked quiet people, you never know if -”
“-if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”
Namjoon smiles at you knowingly, “You’ve read it.”
“Of course I’ve read it Joon, you’re the one who gave the book to me.” You look at him from your seat at the library table, the height difference between you and him while you’re sitting down feels like there are miles between.
“John Green, Looking for Alaska. Seriously, What a masterpiece, I only allow masterpieces like that in my library.”
You look at him as if to say ‘cut the bullshit’,
“Yeah, because the trashy erotic novels that I found you reading in the back are definitely masterpieces, right?”
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Y/N. Who are you to say what a masterpiece is and what it is not?” He raises an eyebrow, challenging you.
“Hmm, Touché.” You glare up at him, “For the love of god, would you please sit down? I seriously have to squint to look at you right now, you’re so far away.”
“I’m an atheist. That means nothing to me.” He comments.
The genes that this man has, goodness. It’s hard to wrap your head around because he’s so tall, yet so clumsy, and so his height actually brings more misfortune than good, for him and for others. Secondly, He’s so smart, so insanely genius-like, and yet an absolute idiot. He’s the type to work for the UN, and UNICEF, travel the world helping people, ending all wars, and yet he still spends hours sitting in his library, pondering why the fucking chicken crossed the road. The whole concept absolutely blows your mind.
“So which one is it?”
“Hm?”
“Are you lost in a daydream, or are you holding the weight of the world, Y/N?”
How were you supposed to answer a question like that?
“I don’t know? Can I say both?” You sigh in exhaustion. Slumping back in your chair you look over at him, “What the fuck is wrong with me, huh? I just can’t stop thinking about him, It’s been so long now.” This whole situation was fun at first, but now it's just frustrating. You no longer feel like you’re starring in a teenage fantasy Rom-Com, now it’s more like you feel like you’re hallucinating and need to be admitted into a mental ward for unwavering, out of control obsession.
“I have an idea, okay? But you need to trust me.” You nod at his words absent mindedly, wanting to find a solution as soon as possible, “I’m not saying there’s any science behind it, because I doubt there is, But it might help in finding some sort of closure.”
“Joon, I’m not at all saying that I don’t want to see him in my dreams again, because that’s the last thing I want. I just want to be able to concentrate on things other than him, okay? I can’t focus, like, at all!” He shushes you, consoling your bout of guilt. Namjoon knows exactly how you’ve been feeling about this for a very long time now. He knows exactly how you feel when you spend hours and hours, after work, sitting in the corner armchair, reading any and every book that his library has to offer, on the topic of dreaming and the subconscious. Namjoon knows exactly how crazy it’s been driving you.
“I know that, I know, and hopefully, this will work okay. I know it sounds crazy okay, but apparently it’s been helpful to other people in situations similar to yours.”
You listen attentively,
“I want you to try and write a letter to him.”
Hm.
What.
“Like in my dream? I don’t really have control over that, you know.” You’re confused, how on earth are you supposed to write a letter to a boy that you only see in your dreams.
Namjoon shakes his head violently, trying to get you to shut up and stop spewing nonsense.
“No, No, I want you to write a letter to him, … while you’re awake and breathing.”
“Are you insinuating that I don’t breathe when I sleep?”
“What, no-”
“Because I’ll have you know, I got my sleep apnea checked, like just last month and-”
“Y/N, that’s not wh-”
“I’m quite healthy in that aspect. If I didn’t breathe while I slept I would probably be dead by now so-”
“OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST LISTEN WOULD YOU?!”
Silence.
“Aren’t you an atheist? You said that means nothing to you.”
“Y/N!”
“Sorry, sorry, joke. Just a joke.” you laugh awkwardly, while Namjoon reprimands you quietly with his eyes.
He takes a deep breath, as if trying to erase the last thirty seconds of his day from his brain and flush them out as he exhales.
“I want you to take a blank piece of paper, and write a letter to him. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know his name, he’ll know it’s for him, you can say something like ‘dear you,’. Just write it, sign it off, and then in the P.S section ask him to send you a specific sign within a week to show you he’s read it. You can ask him to show you a rainbow, or a butterfly, a single tennis ball, anything you want. Just leave the paper wherever you want, you can throw it in the trash if you want, you can also leave it here, up to you. There’s no logic behind it, but writing to him should help get your mind off of him for a little while, at the least.”
You were the one to sigh deeply this time,
Great. Now you had to write letters to a person who wasn’t even going to read them.
Uh HI! Namjoon said it was a good idea to write to you, when actually in reality I think I'm probably just writing to like another one of my fifteen thousand personalities. I hope you’re doing well, you seem to be fine whenever we talk, but then again, never judge a book by its cover right? Right. If you ever feel like talking to me about something, well you know where I sleep. Wait, that's a little creepy. Ugh whatever, you know what I mean. Well, I hope you have a great rest of your day.
Peace,
Y/N.
P.S. please, if you’re reading this, please send a single white daisy my way anytime within the week.
“That was so amazing! I wanna do it again!” The smile on his face is absolutely infectious as he bounces up and down from the adrenaline rush. He’s grinning so wide that his eyes are practically disappearing between his eyebrows and cheeks, it’s absolutely adorable.
“I do not want to fight more furry octopus swarms, thank you very much! I’d like my sanity and body parts whole, and scratch less.” You cross your arms over your chest. How was it that you had just two seconds ago been in the depths of the ocean, battling multiple limbed creatures, who were an annoying mix between slimy and furry, and now you were on some sort of island, with perfectly dry hair and clothes?
“I was so heroic, did you see! I was so cool,”
You smiled fondly at his enthusiasm,
“You were definitely heroic, that was for sure.”
He looks at you, “You know I’d fight a million angry swarms of furry octopi for you, right?”
“Delivery for Y/L/N!” A voice called from the entrance of the library,
You looked at Namjoon questioningly, who just shrugged in return.
Why is someone delivering to you at the library? You don’t own the place, You don’t work here either, it's quite confusing.
The delivery boy gestures to the tablet he’s holding,
“Please sign here, and here. Thank you,” He concludes with a bored smile,
The lethargic looking boy turns around to grab something from his cart- no wait … his wheelbarrow?
Anyways, he turns around to grab something from his wheelbarrow, and hands you a big bouquet.
He turns around and leaves without another word.
You look down in excitement, does this mean that your dream boy read the letter?
“Wait but, these are all roses. And they’re all red.” You turn to look at Namjoon peering over your shoulder to peek at the bouquet in your hands.
Disappointment floods your system. You had asked for a white daisy, not red roses. And if the context were any other, you know you sound like a downright spoiled brat, but you had genuinely let your hopes up. What a mistake.
The bouquet was genuinely gorgeous. Twelve blood red roses wrapped up in smooth white silk, with a dainty champagne colored ribbon tied around the stems. You had never in your life felt so sad about a bunch of roses before.
Namjoon tries to console you, “Maybe he’s just really bad at botany and gardening!” an awkward smile, “And colorblind.”
“It's alright Namjoon. I’m fine.”
“No, really Y/N, He must be color blind! Color Blindness affects 8% of men around the world, its not at all uncommon-”
You hand him the flowers and turn around to face away from him. “Joon, really it’s okay. It was stupid for me to even think that he would read it, because to be honest he’s just a fragment of my imagination, and really its crazy to think that he’s even able to get a hold of it because, i just left them here at the library and its not like he’s going to jump out of my brain and look at it you know so its okay-”
“Y/N shut up for like a second,” He interrupts your rant
You face him again, “Hm what?”
In his hand he’s holding up one of the red roses from the bunch, and miraculously attached to the main stem, a secondary stem has branched out to lead to a … white daisy. You look up at your friend in shock.
“Wait, that's, like, definitely impossible.”
He nods, “Exactly my point.”
“They’re two completely different flowers, how the hell are they sharing the same root?”
“Well Y/N, In some special cases, like miracles, you know so I think it’s safe to say that he read it right?”
Well thank you so much for replying to my last letter, the flowers were beautiful, I don’t even know how you managed to send them, but nonetheless I loved them. I guess this time the gist of my letter is just going to be a thanks to you, but for multiple reasons this time. Thank you for being an outstanding companion, an outstanding friend. I don’t know how I would’ve healthily coped if you hadn’t taken my mind off of my conscious life. You genuinely are such an amazing person, and I hope that the life you live is a happy one.
You know, yesterday, I saw a boy at the library who had the same exact striped green shirt as yours. I didn’t get a chance to see his face, but it doesn’t matter, it's just, he reminded me of you. And it made me smile.
Thinking of you,
Y/N.
P.S. If you’ve read this please just like last time, send a single white daisy my way within a timeframe of a week. I know you’re busy so you don’t have to rush, but I'll be waiting.
You know sometimes I do wonder what you perceive me as, maybe a lonely individual with too much to say yet too little courage to actually say it? Or maybe someone who’s a little annoying in their way of speaking? A friendly person maybe? But I doubt the last one. Sometimes I wonder about myself too, who I am to people, who I am to the world. Am I even doing anything worth my time, or am I just lazing away doing nothing of any importance helping no one in particular but myself?
But then it dawns on me that probably every human being on this planet has thoughts similar to this, I’m sure you do too? Right? Wait. Was it insensitive of me to assume you’re a human being, you’re not some type of alien race invading my brain right?
There are many things about you that make me curious, well for one, I don’t even know your name, I've guessed that you’re around my age, maybe a few years older, you change your hair color every week, and that you’re one of the softest people I’ve met. But still I'm left in the dark, I don't know many things about your family, or friends, or anything like that. I want to know your ambitions, your dreams, you let me rant to you for hours, it's only fair that you can say all these things to me as well.
Your Friend,
Y/N.
P.S. I loved the daisy bookmark I found last week. Thank you for that, you know the drill by now, please send a single daisy flower anytime within the week.
Hey! Happy Friendship day, I thought it would be a crime if I didn’t write and wish you today, you’re one of my dearest friends and I cherish you so much. I saw a glimpse of you again, or at least a glimpse of someone like you, my mom had called me back home as we had some family friends over. It was an old couple, with their son. He looked so much like you that I’m sure he thought I was crazy with the way I was staring at him. His name’s Jihyun apparently, he also has an older brother named Jimin. I’m not gonna lie, I love the whole ‘Ji-’ trend they have going on.
This is the 18th letter I’ve written to you now, which means that we’ve been doing this for 18 weeks now, and I just wanted to say thank you, for listening to me, and for reading these, just the fact that you open and even bother to read the first line makes my heart swell with gratitude. Thank you for being my friend, Thank you for being my companion, Thank you.
Yours Always,
Y/N.
P.S. A SINGLE WHITE DAISY WITHIN A WEEK. With the obsession I have with daisies now, I should probably be checked into a mental institution.
Namjoon was right. In some sense at least. The letters did help take your mind off of the anxious mystery that was your dream boy, the misfit communication helped you in ways that you thought it never would have. It made you feel a little more sane in a sense as well. It made you feel like you had some grip over this whole dream situation, it made you feel like you were being heard, that someone was listening to you. It felt alleviating.
But then you faced a hardship that frankly, you should’ve seen coming. You ended up getting through your weeks with the single aim of coming across a daisy. To be honest, it was one of the only things that get you through the week without you completely messing you and your schedule up.
Now all you could think of at work was when on earth you were going to see this daisy, and wait.
Wait a second.
Where the hell was he getting all of these daisies from?
Does he like to buy a single daisy every week and somehow get the universe to drop them off at the library at some point or what?
See, now you’re zoned out at your desk, completely distracted, when you should be sorting out emailing a very important investor on the postponement of next week’s meeting.
“Ynie, listen I have the book. But the problem is, I only have one copy and there's someone else who wants it. So like either get here now and the both of you decide or I let this kind, and frankly quite handsome, man take it home, and you can check it out two weeks from now. You decide.”
That was the voicemail your best friend had left you around ten minutes ago, while you were in the shower.
And he had another thing coming if he thought you were gonna let this random hobo come and steal your book.
Dream books were your thing, everyone knew that.
Okay maybe not everyone knew that, but still, you knew that and who had the audacity to stop you? No one.
You’d probably read every single written document on dreams and the subconscious that the library had to offer. And believe me, the library had a lot to offer. You made sure to always ask Namjoon to reserve the book beforehand whenever he would hint at a new delivery coming in, and in the past it had never been a problem, as not many people read that section of the library, usually opting for crime thrillers or romance books.
But now a person had come in, and chosen the exact book you wanted and if he wouldn’t let you have it, you were going to throw hands, no questions asked.
You race out of your house with your arm still struggling to fit through the shirt, bumping into a few walls and fumbling with your keys, you barely make it to your black Camry with all four limbs intact.
It’s a race with the clock. You try your best not to run any red lights, but all you can think about right now is that book and the book thief who was going to probably charm his way into getting Namjoon to give him your book.
You had pushed last night’s dream to the very back of your head. There’s no time to ponder on those mind boggling schemes your brain is playing with you, when you have to sonic roll your way through the door to the library.
In your hurried state your eyes immediately fall on Namjoon who’s busy at the check out station talking to some dude in a jean jacket. You can tell that he’s a little shorter than your friend, and a little leaner, but he looks like he works out, especially with the way his calves and thighs are filling out his dark, slim fit pants.
You all but stumble into the table, looking like a real hot mess,
“I’m here, I’m here. I ran.” You practically wheeze out, your eyes darting all around the desk searching for the book.
“Uh, Y/N, right?”
Oh god you’ve heard that voice before.
And it’s as if your heart stops right then and there.
You look up at the man next to you, and your eyes widen in shock. Your lips part, as you try to find words in the English language that will accurately describe how you’re feeling right now.
And then he’s speaking again,
“I’m Jimin.”
His voice. Oh my god his voice, it felt like someone is tickling you with the softest, daintiest feathers that the world has to offer, but then the raspy edge in it makes the hairs on your arms stand up just a little taller.
You gaze into his eyes just to find out that he has his own locked on you.
And at that moment, it’s clear. He knows exactly who you are.
You look down at the book in his hands :
DREAMS AND THE SOULMATE BOND,
And suddenly it’s all clear as day.
“I-I’m Y/N.” You stutter out.
He laughs lightly, and you can hear Namjoon smack his forehead somewhere behind you, “I know,”
“Oh, Okay.”
Your gazes are locked again. You speak up, ”You can have the book.”
He shakes his head. “No it’s okay,
I don’t need it. I’d rather read your letters anyways.”
Cheer Up, Sad Hufflepuff: Now Rebloggable By Request
Cheer up, sad Hufflepuff!
I’m sorry this is relatively late in the day, but I haven’t been on to blog, so this is the first I’ve seen of this.
There are LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of good things about Hufflepuff. I’ll be publishing an analysis of my take on Hufflepuff soon, but here are some of the good points (and some points you may find good):
Hufflepuffs are the most decent of all the Houses.
Overall, Hufflepuff House produces the most genuinely kind, good, decent people. Why? Hufflepuffs are group-oriented and people-oriented, and this means they tend to be more selfless. What do Hufflepuffs fear? Being selfish.
Hufflepuffs have some really awesome qualities!
Hufflepuffs are “loyal, just, and true.” Gryffs try to steal the “just” part a lot, but no - being just is your defining quality, and Amelia Bones would probably argue with whoever said it wasn’t. Hufflepuffs are patient. Hufflepuffs are tolerant of other people - Ravenclaws may be tolerant of all kind of wacky ideas, but Hufflepuffs are very much “accept everyone, no matter their flaws, and don’t judge them,” types. “Take the lot” gets maligned - but that’s not the part that matters, it’s treating everyone the same. Hufflepuff thinks Slughorn’s Slug Club is full of shit. Hufflepuff does not stand for treating people better because their parents have connections or they know people who know people. Hufflepuffs care about who you are - and odds are, they’ll accept you. And once they’ve accepted you, they’ll defend you - as a Hufflepuff, you stand up for the people you love and know that they’ll do the same for you. Provoke a ‘Puff and you’ll regret it! (“Little People” from Les Mis just started playing in my head. Consider it a Hufflepuff theme song - people may disdain you, but they’ll regret doing so when your hard work pays off.)
Because Hufflepuffs are hard-working; they have an awesome work ethic. Someone with brains or the desire for fame or the desire for greatness who won’t put in the effort isn’t going to get anywhere, and Puffs know that. Hufflepuffs are tenacious: they’re least-likely to give up (…and therefore most likely to succeed?)
You can still be smart or brave or ambitious and still be Hufflepuff; you can still do good things and be Hufflepuff. But your loyalty and your work ethic are more prominent qualities, and you’re less likely to sacrifice your principles to achieve whatever it is you set out to do. Again, Hufflepuff House: the generally most decent people in Hogwarts (or, as the Welcome points out, least likely to be evil.)
Because Hufflepuff is a group-oriented, people-oriented House: it cares about others and what others think and feel. Pottermore also places a major focus on empathy towards plants and animals, and towards loving the comforts of home over seeking adventure.
Hufflepuffs live in a freaking hobbit hole.
In fact, Hufflepuffs are very much like hobbits. Do you enjoy LotR? Excited forThe Hobbit? HUFFLEPUFF’S COMMON ROOM IS A HOBBIT HOLE. It has a round door; it’s filled with plants, warmth, and sunlight; and it’s located right next to the kitchen, meaning first dibs on all the best snacks. Pulling an all-nighter? Warm food next door! And, as I pointed out, Hufflepuffs in Pottermore avoid adventure, prefer comfort, home, and food, and have a fondness for growing things. Hufflepuffs are hobbits.
As the Welcome Letter points out, you get patchwork quilts, quiet and peaceful nights, and feet-warmers. That’s right, feet-warmers. And you have a cactus in the common room named Bob.
Even if you find it difficult to get excited about a common room you can’t actually visit, you can also take some comfort in the fact that Hufflepuff is the only House to get a specific section detailing their common room’s appearance. No other House on Pottermore gets that information; instead, they have to go re-read the books and see their Common Room through Harry’s eyes instead of JKR’s.
Hufflepuffs make excellent friends
Hufflepuff being a group-oriented House that values tolerance and loyalty means that you’re going to make a lot of Hufflepuff friends (possibly through some of the Puff sites below, maybe in the PM Common Room, maybe IRL.) According to the Pottermore quiz, they’re the only House that’s willing to lie to cover up for a friend. And Hufflepuffs are really good friends: they’re not self-centered, they’re loyal, they’re friendly, and generally good people. Like you!
Hufflepuffs have plenty of interesting Tumblr sites
They even have a meme of their own! If you need more comfort, thenHuffleBadger’s blog is probably the nicest blog for Hufflepuffs this side of the Calming Manatee. The Hufflebadger is very friendly, especially to fellow Hufflepuffs.
But Hufflepuff House also has a strong presence on Tumblr, including this site,this site, this site and this site, although that last one hasn’t been updated in a while.
Hufflepuffs don’t have the Ravenclaw Merchandising Issues
Yeah, your merch is harder to find than Gryffindor or Slytherin, but you will never have to worry about blue-and-silver ravens appearing on your stuff. And if you want some nifty merchandise that’s Puff-related, RedBubble and Etsy can help if the WB fails. (And, unlike Ravenclaw, you can actually buy an official miniature replica of your Horcrux - and unlike Gryffindor’s sword or Slytherin’s horcruxes, the Cup of Hufflepuff is relatively inexpensive, at least for the Noble Collection.)
You have no evil wizards in your House, only awesome ones.
Quirrell was in Ravenclaw. Lockhart was probably Ravenclaw. Pettigrew was Gryffindor. Slytherin has more villains than you can shake a Sorting Hat at. But Hufflepuff’s most unlikable character is Zacharias Smith, who, though he might trample first-years while exiting, was at least a member of the DA. And to counterbalance him, you get Tonks, Cedric, and plenty of renowned people who are mentioned in your Welcome Letter (like Bridget Wenlock or the dude who founded Hogsmeade.)
Still unhappy?
And if you aren’t convinced, remember: this Sorting is really fallible! It’s not the end-all and be-all of existence. Sorting on another account will probably give you another House; if you want to submit a 27-question Sorting to see what you’re more likely to get, then go ahead. If you read another House’s Welcome Letter and connect with it more than you connect with Hufflepuff, then you probably belong there. But re-read your Puff Welcome Letter and think about what I’ve said. There’s no reason to cry over an Internet quiz, especially one that’s as flawed as Pottermore’s!
Hopefully this helps. If not, message me again and tell me why, exactly, you’re so unhappy to be in Hufflepuff - the House has plenty of good qualities! If you just don’t see yourself in this list of qualities, or if you know it’s not you, that’s one thing - but if you think that being Hufflepuff means that you’re not really good at anything or you’re just a “very good finder” or the butt of a lot of jokes, you’re dead wrong. Hufflepuff is awesome!
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