So, you’re going to apply? Good. Be weird. Be loud. Be the person who would scream “TRAITOR!” at a funeral. But also, be prepared for the deafening silence of rejection. Thousands apply; only 22 get in. It’s harder than getting into Hogwarts, and with fewer owls.
If you don’t get in? Don’t worry. You can always apply for Love Island. Just don’t tell them you played a pigeon in a castle. That might confuse the producers.
Good luck, future Faithful. Or Traitor. Let’s be honest: you’re probably a Traitor. And I respect that.
