Periphrasis Senticous

Backstory

When I first found out I was magical, I didn't believe it. How could I, when all my life I had known that magic was for children and dreamers? I was certainly the latter, but the world isn't kind to my sort. I spend far too long with my head in the clouds, and that's why when I finally come back down to Earth, I'm confused and more than a little lost. I think the only reason the Sorting Hat placed me in Ravenclaw was because Slytherin would eat me alive, Gryffindor would be disgusted at my leery attitude towards confrontation, and Hufflepuff would be dismayed at my sometimes lazy self, spurred about through procrastination. In all truth, Ravenclaw was the only House left, and perhaps the only House that wouldn't care about their wandering member, too concentrated on their own marks and schoolwork, as it were. I just hope, dreamer or no, I don't wake up.