Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Too late. Had she mentioned the Muggleborn bit at first, then he'd sat and explained a whole bunch of things. He loved Muggleborns. Like Conan. It's too bad Conan wasn't here right now...the boy who didn't believe in magic...and yet Treyen had wanted him to.

Seemed like he should do the same with this girl. But he didn't.

He shrugged. "You should've asked." Seriously. No excuses. Plus, THAT WAS ANOTHER REASON FOR NOT BEING A HUFFLEPUFF! Hufflepuffs are good finders, and she couldn't find any information on the one house that was now hers? Not cool. "Hufflepuffs are good finders too." He said, smirking again. There. He said the other reason as well.

Ah! But she was mistaken. "I'm not. However, as Head Boy, I still have the obligation to welcome you to Hogwarts." True, and very mean of him. He almost sounded as Evelyn. Not that he knew, for he rarely listened to whatever she had to say.

And...oh. She wasn't used to...oh. Okay, well, he was more than embarrassed now..., "Oh, well, that makes sense." Kind of.

His smile changed into a small but sweet one. "I hope it's nice to meet you." He shook her hand...but he planned on keeping an eye out for this one.

Originally Posted by FireboltAvis88

Alyssa looked at the first year who seemed to be shocked that she had been sorted into their House. "Oh dear, just from your facial expression, I can tell that you expected to be sorted into another house. But don't be unhappy. The Sorting Hat is never wrong. You will soon learn to love this house as much as we do."Alyssa comforted the girl. "My name is Alyssa. If you need help in anyway, you can always ask me, okay?"

Originally Posted by samthehpfreak

OH. Sammy still probably would've taken it back BECAUSE IT WAS HER DAMN FOOD but obviously Adeline was like Nessie and didn't have the same love for food as Sammy did. Food was amazing. If she could marry food, she would. It was a true fact. "Did they have their own food?" Sammy asked, not realising that she may be intruding. Because maybe that was their barbaric way of asking Adeline to share her food. Maybe

Originally Posted by grangerfan8

Hm. She didn't want to be negative, but Arya couldn't help think that for a Hufflepuff firstie, who should be excited about this, she was being a bit cynical. It was possible she was starting to understand Treyen's reasoning for saying what'd he'd been saying.

But Arya wasn't gonna give up hope just yet. "You don't and you never will. Kinda like you never know if you'll be a good student here or not." Or if you'd not die. "You'll just have to have faith and hope, and work, for the best." Because that's what Puffs did.



"I'm starting to get that." She admitted in a low tone. Was she really that disheartened about being a Puff? The girl must not know about all the awesome that came from their house. "I think... we'll just have to show her." Their qualities of course. Arya grinned and glanced at her best friend. "Like we show all the students every year." The young woman was also starting to get that he was serious as well, but certainly he could do this.

They did it every year!

Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy

Tyler slowly made his way to the Hufflepuff table, head hung and reluctance in every step. This was not happening to him. He did not want to wear stupid girly yellow ties and be a sissy badger. He was suppose to be in Slytherin! The hat had gotten it so very wrong, yet he said he was never wrong, he was making a very big mistake...very very big mistake. His bottom lip quivered as his big blue eyes looked at the table he was suppose to be sitting at. Chatting sissy people wearing yellow. His eyes clouded over with tears.

"I don't want to be a stupid badger!" She muttered angrily as he plopped down on the bench. It was official..he hated Hogwarts and he wanted to leave now, right now! His mother would be receiving an owl tomorrow.

Tyler looked back at the sorting hat and scowled at everyone who got placed in Slytherin...bloody show offs.

"This is stupid!" He said pushing all the silverware in front of him to the floor.