I’ve signed up for Hogwarts.
Not the actual Hogwarts, unfortunately. My owl continues to be approximately twenty-two years late, which at this point feels less like an administrative error and more like a personal attack.
I joined Hogwarts.io, an online Harry Potter roleplaying community where you create your own eleven-year-old witch or wizard and essentially live out their Hogwarts years. You get Sorted, attend classes, earn House Points, explore the Wizarding World, collect things, buy magical items, get pets and, most importantly, write your character’s story alongside other people’s characters.
Basically: exactly the sort of rabbit hole I should absolutely not be allowed near.
Naturally, I already have a character.
Now We Wait
At the moment, though, Bella isn't wandering around Hogwarts just yet.
I've submitted my account and character, and I'm currently waiting for the Hogwarts.io admins to validate her.
The site actually has a proper character validation process before you're allowed into the wider roleplay. Characters begin at eleven, with their magical education ahead of them, and the validation team checks that new characters fit into the world and the site's setting.
Which means I'm currently experiencing the closest thing my 33-year-old self is ever going to get to nervously waiting for a Hogwarts acceptance letter.
I keep checking.
Obviously.
Once Bella is validated, she'll be able to go through the Sorting Ceremony, and then her Hogwarts story can properly begin.
I have a pretty strong idea of where I think she'll end up.
Gryffindor.
I've designed her with Gryffindor in mind, but apparently the Sorting isn't simply a case of clicking the House you want. The answers you give determine the result, and once you're Sorted, that's your House.
So there is a tiny part of me thinking:
What if they don't put her in Gryffindor?
Which is ridiculous.
She's fictional.
I made her.
And yet I am already emotionally invested.
I Think I Needed This
I've been very deep in Harry Potter again lately.
Between going through all our photos from the Warner Bros. Studio Tour, writing about the Great Hall, Hogwarts Express, and Privet Drive, making Harry Potter-inspired things for the blog and generally having Hogwarts on the brain, discovering a place where I can actually create a character and let her experience that world feels ridiculously well timed.
And I love character creation.
I love tiny details that probably don't matter to anybody except me. Birthdays. Childhood homes. Parents. Habits. Fears. Clothes. Favourite things. The stupid little incidents that happened when they were six that somehow explain something they do when they're sixteen.
Give me a fictional person, and I'll happily construct their entire existence.
So the idea that Bella can start Hogwarts at eleven and actually grow through her years there is incredibly appealing to me.
Right now she's just Bella Jensen: eleven years old, living in Mayfair, slightly lonely, academically capable except when maths decides to personally offend her, familiar with magic but completely inexperienced with the actual wizarding world.
She hasn't made her Hogwarts friends yet.
She hasn't slept in her dormitory.
She hasn't attended her first class.
She hasn't explored the castle, earned a House Point, bought all the things she'll inevitably convince me she desperately needs, or discovered what kind of witch she's actually going to become.
All of that is still ahead of her.
Assuming, of course, the admins let me in.
So now I wait for my acceptance.
And apparently check Hogwarts.io approximately seventeen thousand times in the meantime.
Very calm.
Very normal.
Definitely not a 33-year-old woman waiting to find out whether her imaginary eleven-year-old gets into wizard school.


