I really don't know where they found the time, but Anne, Brian, and (maybe) Grace invested some minutes this afternoon, deciding the Harry Potter house into which each of us fits. The consensus of the panel of experts is that I am a Ravenclaw. When I asked what that means, the derisive answer I received was, "Clearly you've never read the Harry Potter books." Fair enough.

All I want to know is whether being a Ravenclaw is a good thing.