I think J.K. just wanted Harry to have a really smart friend, so she casually ignored her own sorting hat system. I think it was mentioned once that Hermione could certainly fit in in Ravenclaw, but had plenty of bravery, so the sorting hat sort of let her choose. Like Harry had Slytherin/Gryffindor, and basically got to choose.

Fay, you are a wicked, wicked woman who will lead me into temptation yet. Loved the fic, very sweet and entirely believably inevitable.

Thursday100 is having the worst drabble challenge evah this week. A story that is one hundred word sentence, grammatical and exact. Why? And I think it can't be done, either. And ew. Signed, short, choppy sentences' bitch. (resignedly dusting semicolon.)

Well, Erika, you do raise a good point about the intense difficulty of constructing sentences of such an absurdedly high word count, especially if the labyrinthine sentence is required to tell a compelling story; however, I do believe (nay, I KNOW) that it is possible, perhaps not even especially difficult, to construct such a montrosity of a sentence so long as the writer is not especially interested in maintaining the interest of his or her glorious readers for an extended period, and is capable of using hundreds of scintillatingly lusciously luxurious adjectives and equally attractive adverbs with every conceivable noun.

Hee hee hee. Somebody who can type, COMM that!

Done.

I win!

(still new enough to get excited about being COMMed)

Show off :)

I'm not a show off, I'm a show on!

(I wrote that. I read it. It made no sense. I decided to post it anyway. Take it as a warning of the dangers that can be wrought by Vanilla Bean Frappucinos this late at night.)

I've got a car you can wax, if you like. Then you can go kick butt at the karate tournament.