I went to Comic Con this year in full Slytherin costume. I had the robe, sweater, tie, skirt and wand. I braved the San Diego heat, in way TOO many layers so I could get a chance to wear my costume. Short of the occasional convention or movie premiere I don’t get many opportunities to wear it.
When I got to the registration area to pick up my badge the lady greeting at the door said, “Harry Potter costume, right?” I smiled and said yes.
I got my badge and walked with my mom to a restroom near the huge line of people waiting for one autograph or another. Three teenage boys stopped me and asked if they could take my picture. I said sure. After the photo was taken I overheard the one boy asking the others, “She was a Slytherin, right? From Harry Potter?” At least he got it right.
I met another girl in full Slytherin attire towards the back of the exhibit hall working one of the independent artists’ booths. We said hi and complimented each other going as Slytherin.
Now, I assumed that would be just about it for people recognizing my outfit. Not quite. As I was walking the aisles and aisles of booths I heard a lady in the booth next to me shout. “Hey, a Hogwarts costume. Cool!” As I turned to say thank you I watched her face do an almost comic fall. She then even said, “But you’re dressed as a Slytherin!” I turned a sweet smile on her and replied, “Somebody has to be!”
I was just surprised that in the real world, or as real a world as you find at a comic convention, there was actually someone that had a real problem with the fact I “dared” to dress as a Slytherin. Like we all should be Gryfindors! That house has never matched my personality in anyway. The moment I read the books I knew if I were to go to Hogwarts the hat would place me in Slytherin faster than it placed Draco Malfoy!