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Location: Great Hall - End of Year feast (Hufflepuff table)

Chloe took a seat in the great hall just before the headmistress said her yearly closing speech. Although she was happy Chloe wished this wasn’t the end of another year. She was going to be a Seventh year and that made things less happy when it came to the school year being over. She clapped for Gryffindor happy that they won both cups after the way things had been going for them for the last couple of years and of course she clapped for Professor Price too. Sure she didn’t know him but it was still polite.

Looking over at Ada Chloe knew why she seemed so down this evening. She unlike herself would be leaving this year. “Hi Ada, we’re sure going to miss you. I know I will.” She told her. It wasn’t just that she was the best Chaser on the team. No, she was a kind person and a true Hufflepuff at that.

Status: Happy yet sad
With: My fellow Hufflepuffs... Ada

Wearing: Hufflepuff Pride

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Kind and caring, I see
Not a bad mind either...
Follows the rules, eh
I think where you should go
Hufflepuff!

Location: Great Hall - End of Year feast (Hufflepuff table)

Alice and Jasper walked to the Hufflepuff table hand in hand. Taking their seats they were happy to be heading home for the summer. They had no idea that their brother was back in town never mind the fact that they even had a brother. If only Serafina had said something to them. Either way the two of them were happy the year went without a hitch.

“Alice…” Jasper said quietly. “Yes Jazz. Something wrong…?” Alice looked over at him curiously. “No… Are you happy to be going home?” he asked her. “Of course I am why do you ask?” she didn’t get the sudden question. “I was just wondering if you’d miss it here.” He told her looking down at their hands that were still intertwined. “Yes I will but I suspect that we will see our friends over the summer.” Alice of course didn’t know for certain but she’d decided and that was enough to tell her what was going to happen unless someone had other plans in mind. “You sure about that…?” Jasper asked her looking back up at her. “Always Jasper. Though, the future can always change.” She said quietly leaning her head on his shoulder.

It was then that the winner of the House Cup and Quidditch Cup were announced. Letting go of Jasper’s hand Alice clapped for Gryffindor. Jasper did the same having no problem with Gryffindor coming out with a two cup win. After all there was always next year.


Status: Happy
Wearing: All in Green

Status: Happy
Wearing: Casual

With: Each other... Fellow Hufflepuffs
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I'm fly, the original
I'm sly, unpredictable
I'm nearly irresistible
And I don't even try

Jessamine Cathlin Walsh

~ Halfblood Hufflepuff ~ Third Year ~ Twin ~

Jess was feeling melancholic, which was unusual for her. She was happy for Gryffindor, of course, but Hufflepuff had totally failed this year. She'd failed. She just hoped next year she'd be a better Seeker. Ada was graduating this year, which meant they were losing yet another player. Starting this summer, she was trying to convince herself, things would be better. She was going to be better. She wished she could sit with her brother, or even Gypsy and Jer or Darren.

They can't rain on my parade, I'm sunshine on a cloudy day!

spaceDorian joined his house-mates at the Hufflepuff table, a hand on his empty stomach. It growled, rather loudly, much to his embarrassment. Ah, well. No one would hear it, probably. The Great Hall wasn't exactly quiet. Especially not tonight; he wondered if it'd been this loud on his first night here, too, and he'd just not noticed because he'd been up there with the other first years, waiting to be sorted. He glanced up at the head of the Hall, wondering just how long the sorting would take. It'd seemed like ages last year, but then, he'd actually been waiting on his own sorting, so of course it'd dragged on and on. Curse of having an X for his last name's initial, he had to wait last for practically everything. At least he usually got to go first of his brothers, what with his name starting with D and all. He sighed lightly, glancing over at the Gryffindor table to catch a glimpse of Coffee. She was the one real friend he'd made last year, and he'd missed her over the Summer. He wished he'd found her on he train, but it'd seemed like everything happened so fast, and then he was in a car and didn't really want to venture into the narrow, confining halls to look for her. They'd just have to catch up tomorrow, he supposed. He really should've tried to make more friends in his own house, at least so he'd have someone to talk to at meals. Well, he'd just have to correct that now, right? Easy enough. He glanced around the table, wondering who he should try to talk to, looking for any familiar faces. Well, most of the faces were familiar, since he saw them a lot in the Common Room and at dinner, but he was hoping someone looked a bit... more familiar. Hadn't he talked to anyone last year? He couldn't quite remember...

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☼ ☼ ☼ We're just tryin' to be friendly, come and watch us sing and play!
We're the young generation, and we've got something to say. ☼ ☼ ☼

spaceDorian smiled widely as the blonde girl joined him. He's watched her approach, and noticed the small wave at the Ravenclaw table, but he missed who it was she'd waved at. When she sat down, she immediately started chattering, and he decided that he liked her. He didn't often meet people who were as hyper and talkative as himself, after all. Even Coffee was... well, not in the least bit hyper, really. And even less talkative. "Hi! I'm Dorian, everyone calls me Dori, though! And thanks! It's because of my magic; when I was younger I decided that blue was my favorite color and my brothers and I all woke up with different shades of blue hair. It just never went away, I guess. Mum tried to wash it out for days, but nothing." He grinned widely at that; magic was weird sometimes. He didn't think that it was normal for this sort of thing to stick, since Mr. Edgeworth had told them that they hair-color changing was common but it usually reverted eventually, or at least grew in the original color. Honestly, if not for the pictures on the walls, he wouldn't even remember what his natural color was. "I've got two brothers; we're triplets! Tyson's the oldest, he's in Slytherin, and Julius is the middle, he's in Gryffindor. I saw you waving to someone at the Ravenclaw table; do you have an older sibling in there? Or a friend?" Dorian supposed that either were possible; he hadn't known anyone before coming because he was a muggleborn, but she might not be, after all. But, it might've been nice to have a friend last year... well, before he met Coffee, anyway. The two of them hadn't become friends until that Quidditch game, which'd been a bit far in the year. He'd spent most of the time before that alone, which was very unusual for the social child. He decided that he wanted as many friends as possible, so he never had to be lonely. He could start right now, with Cathy! She seemed nice, after all.

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☼ ☼ ☼ We're just tryin' to be friendly, come and watch us sing and play!
We're the young generation, and we've got something to say. ☼ ☼ ☼

I like it here beside you, dear: Tense
You're even more than you appear: Morven...
And in the clouds my head is clear: Hufflepuffs
Every time you say hello: Hufflepuff Table

N E W L Y N | T A R A | V A S S
H U F F L E P U F F | B L O O D T R A I T O R | S E V E N T H Y E A R

Newlyn was tense at the table. Her hands were folded demurely in her lap, but she kept wringing them and glancing anxiously up at the front of the Great Hall, waiting to hear her youngest sister called up. When she finally was, the dark haired girl stiffened slightly and was almost frozen, straining her ears as if she wouldn't be able to hear what the Hat announced otherwise. It screeched Slytherin, and her heart sank. She had hoped against all logic that it'd see something in her sister no one else could, and put her in Gryffindor, even Ravenclaw. Morven would do wonderful in Slytherin, of course, that was the problem. Wouldn't she be better off somewhere else, somewhere that would encourage... other aspects of her personality beside the negative ones? Newlyn was well aware she was being biased and prejudiced about this whole thing, but it was her sister. She had a right to be concerned, didn't she? She wanted Morven close, especially after what had happened. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had let her sister down, let her lose whatever was left of her childhood. Well, maybe she was being melodramatic. Her sister was still very childish, after all, but usually not in a good way. Newlyn sighed a little and tried not to look too put out. It was just a house, after all. It wasn't the end of the world.



I could wait a thousand hours!
Stay the same in sun and showers...
Pick apart a hundred flowers!
Just to be quiet.

My heart can't possibly break.....

Iris barely kept her expression under control as she stood from the stool and walked to the table where her new house sat. Hufflepuff? Was I so utterly lacking any other traits that this was simply the last choice? she wondered. Even as her stomach twisted with disgust at the thought of sitting at the table full of loyal little sheep, her lips twisted into a sweet, shy smile. Remember to smile, Doll! She barely hid the flinch as she chose an empty seat and sat down.