Being a bit of a whild child, it was no surprise to my parents that I had landed in Gryffindor, but that didn't keep them from being particularly dissapointed, as my family is a long line of stiffs well respected, and well mannered Ravenclaws.
I would simpley be happy if my family would accept me for just who I was, and not what tradition had given generations of my family. But it'll takes a lot more than this to keep me down. On occasion we *can* get along. And I can always count my blessings in the fact my family isn't a bunch of prats obsessed with bloodlines *cough*cough*