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**Helga_Hufflepuff** · 01-13-2020, 07:11 PM

Text Cut: Claudine and Nettie

Standing in the corridor as she smiled at the young Lady, Helga waited for an answer. ”Dear?” Her Welsh-accent was melodic as leant towards the girl in green-adorned robes. ”Do you need to see the Healer? Food? Chocolate! Chocolate will help, dear.” The Founder nodded her head, sure that her answer of chocolate and food were the answer to whatever had struck the girl.

Before they could move much further however, a second gi- no. The second was older and looked like a Lady, in blue-adorned robes. And who said her name. Head tilting curiously, the older woman gave her a broad smile. ”Of course, my dear. Whom else would I be?”

Helga looked to the young Lady and then back to the Lady. ”Dear, help my escort this girl to the kitchens. She needs chocolate or some chicken. Maybe a pie.” Hmm. Helga would see what there was, before she decided. ”Definitely food, she hasn’t moved in a few moments.” Cradling one of Claudine’s elbows gently, Helga started down the corridor again, aiming for the Kitchen portrait.

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Helga_Hufflepuff Other Characters Flobberworm Join Date: Jan 2020 Posts: 16	Text Cut: Claudine and Nettie Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Claudine Blaze once in a while ventured into the Kitchen for a snack. She wasn’t a huge eater but at times, cravings happened as any young woman would know. Today, she was in the mood for something cheesy. A simple sandwich with a healthy dose of cheese would be enough to satisfy her craving. She approached the Fruit Bowl portrait with quick steps but as she came closer, she slowed down. A small wrinkle formed between her eyebrows. That was definitely not a Professor. But she was familiar, was she not? That woman’s images were plastered in prominent books such as Hogwarts: A History. Claudine stared, not daring to believe her eyes. Helga Hufflepuff? Flabbergasted, the Snakette could only continue to stare, too occupied to say anything. HOW? Quote: Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom Nettie wouldn't ever admit it to anyone, but she was hanging around the kitchens with the hopes of catching one of the Hufflepuffs sneaking some food from there. She...wanted to know how it was done, quite frankly. Her main motivation was to get a picnic basket or something for a nice date with Alex out by the lake before it got too cold, but she was too chicken to ask the house elves for more food. They had enough to do with all the cleaning as it is... She turned the corner and almost walked RIGHT into one of the younger students...what was her name? Bernie? No, that wasn't that one...and was about to scold her about just standing around before she realized that a. she was not a prefect anymore and b. she was staring at someone, so she had a good reason to...stand around, right? She turned, looking to see who she was staring at and noticed the woman nearby. The woman looked...really familiar. But she couldn't quite put her finger on i... WAIT. "Helga HUFFELPUFF?" she exclaimed, unable to stop herself. Whoops. No, there just...this couldn't be. There had to be an explanation. Standing in the corridor as she smiled at the young Lady, Helga waited for an answer. ”Dear?” Her Welsh-accent was melodic as leant towards the girl in green-adorned robes. ”Do you need to see the Healer? Food? Chocolate! Chocolate will help, dear.” The Founder nodded her head, sure that her answer of chocolate and food were the answer to whatever had struck the girl. Before they could move much further however, a second gi- no. The second was older and looked like a Lady, in blue-adorned robes. And who said her name. Head tilting curiously, the older woman gave her a broad smile. ”Of course, my dear. Whom else would I be?” Helga looked to the young Lady and then back to the Lady. ”Dear, help my escort this girl to the kitchens. She needs chocolate or some chicken. Maybe a pie.” Hmm. Helga would see what there was, before she decided. ”Definitely food, she hasn’t moved in a few moments.” Cradling one of Claudine’s elbows gently, Helga started down the corridor again, aiming for the Kitchen portrait.