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100 Stories of a Hufflepuff's 1st year Sa 13+ These stories are made up about Margo Holiday a Hufflepuff 1st year. I may have created her, but the ultimiate creator of this wonderful world and it's themes go to the credit or Ms. J.K. Rowling (thank you). So without futher ado... Herbology…the study of …. Plants. As if that was exciting to anyone. Margo didn’t have a green thumb, infact it was almost black, as in killed every living plant in a ten mile radius. But non the less, herbology was a required course. Margo entered green house one and looked around. She saw the professor enter with a clear pot that had just stems sticking out; and through the glass Margo could see something…moving. She swore she saw what looked like a baby’s hand scrap the pot. She raised her hand “What are those things?” the professor replied smiling “Mandrakes.” |
As a first year, Margo wasn’t allowed to take muggle studies yet, but she had heard a lot about it. With her father being a muggle, and her brother being…well a half muggle Margo had a pretty good idea what muggles were really like and didn’t think she needed a class to tell her how to use a telephone. She was looking at a brochure that had a picture of a battery and electric plugs on it explaining what they were used for. Margo chuckled to herself. “That is one subject I will NOT be taking” she said to herself. |
This was the class that Margo had been looking to, transfiguration! It was going to be the most fun of all, if she could get the hang out it. Today’s lesson? Turning a match into a pin, you would think that would be easy enough. Margo picked up her wand and concentrated with all her might even holding breathing praying that this would work. And then suddenly it happened! Margo looked down at her match/pin and smiled it was so shiny that it looked like it was on fire. NO wait!! It was on fire and so was her desk. |
Margo was certain she would never understand the subject Ancient Runes. How could these tiny little symbols make sense to anyone? They looked like a bunch of jumble, why would anyone want to spend time studying this. Margo had seen a book on the common room table and was curious, so she opened it up and tried her best at translating the first sentence on the page. When she was done she looked to the nearest older student to ask for help. “Blue Monkeys like to swim in the red sea?” That’s can’t be write Margo sighed. Shotty subject ugh. |
Astronomy was slowly becoming Margo’s favorite subject. She loved watching the stars and planets move at night on top of the tower at midnight on Mondays and Wednesdays. It was fun to see what constellations she could find on her own and she was hoping to discover a new. So she was smiling as she set up her telescope for tonight’s viewing. Margo placed her right eye to the lens and looked to the heavens. Searching through the sky right and left and noticed a group of starts that looked like her kitten. “I shall name you my Holiday Kitten” |
Even though Margo was a first year she was already interested in some of the subjects that students couldn’t start until their 3rd. That didn’t stop Margo from going to library and reading all the books she could find about Divination. She loved the idea of being able to predict the future, there was of course no Seer blood in her, but maybe she could be the first! Margo was staring into the crystal ball kept in the library when suddenly and imagine swirled in the fog. What was that? Her kitten perhaps? Some sort of feline that’s for sure. |
Margo made her way to the grounds and noticed a Care of Magical Creatures class. They were looking at unicorns. The adults were pure white and the foal was a golden color. They were created by magic! And Margo was instantly in love, she crept closer to the padlock fence they were in wanting to listen to the lesson. She came even closer, opening the gate just slightly so she could try and touch one. The whole herd sensed freedom and made a break for the open door. The padlock was empty, and the class was staring horror struck. “Oops” |
In potions they were making the shrinking potion. Margo placed her cauldron on the desk and stoked the fire underneath, pulling out her ingredients. She stirred and stirred got a little over zealous with the porcupine quills, the recipe called for 10 but she put in something like 16, maybe 17, but a few extra couldn’t hurt could it? At the end of the lesson she placed a sample on the professor’s desk and turned to walk away, knocking it over and splashing the teacher, causing their nose to ….shrink…and shrink until it was the size of a pinkie toe. |
Defense Against the Dark Arts, something Margo loved in theory, in practice not so much. She didn’t like scary things, but Margo was determined to make the best of everything. When she arrived at class she discovered they were learning about bogarts, be still her heart! What was she most afraid of … Margo thought about all the creepy all the crawling things. Spiders, those were scary, with that in mind Margo stepped up to the plate .. Crack .. and right in front of her was a big pool of water. Margo screamed at the top of her lungs! |
Arithmacy, what the in the world was that? Margo had no clue what the subject was about. She had dabbled in some of the other subjects that were offered to 3rd to 7th years, but this subject was one that didn’t make sense. Margo wasn’t even sure she knew how to pronounce it. She pulled out of the text books to take a look and there was a complex number chart on the first page already. “Can anyone actually understand these?” She asked to no one in particular. There were too many numbers for Margo, she tossed the book aside. |
Margo was fascinated by History of Magic. She was a history buff and loved to learn about past lives. Margo enjoyed remembering the past so people would not make the same mistakes in their future. Her class was studying relatively recent events, the histories of Harry Potter and his defeat of the Dark Lord. This is the past that Margo loved, good defeating evil, the way it should be. Learning about Harry, Ron, and Hermione made Margo want to find two close friends like these and defeat evil all over again. She could do it right? Of course she could! |
The cheering charm is what Margo was working on in Charms. This was another fun course for Margo, and she seemed to have a knack for it. They were working in partners and practicing on each other. That happened often, students who had no idea what they were doing pointing wands at each other. Best way to learn. So when it was Margo’s turn she pointed her wand at her partner, spoke the incantation and waved her wand just the right way. It worked!!! … a little too well, her partner collapsed in a fit of hysterical giggles and smiles! |
Ever since she first arrived at Hogwarts, Margo listened to the other kids talk about Quidditch all the time. This magical sport played on brooms sticks and they were all going to learn how to play it. Margo wasn’t so sure she should up flying around the air, but she was going to give it a whirl. So Margo signed up for the Qudditch try outs and showed up with a borrowed broomstick and wanted to play as the Keeper. That was a good position right? Margo’s knowledge on how to play this sport was pretty much at a zero. |
Margo was determined to uncover all the secrets that Hogwarts had to offer her. There had to be secret tunnels and rooms that no one has ever discovered before right? Maybe Margo could even make a map of the school or something, wouldn’t that be cool? So to start her journey Margo borrowed herself a copy of Hogwarts, A History from the library and began to research everything she could about the castle. The book offered so many things and revealed many secrets and myths about the school. Margo needed to distinguish between fact and fiction for her own knowledge. |
Being as nosy as Margo was she couldn’t help but over hear a conversation about a thing called the ‘Room of Requirement’. From her understanding all you had to do was walk past the room three times stating what your ‘requirement’ of the room and it would be anything you needed or wanted it to be. This was her exactly her type of room, and just another reason why she loved Hogwarts so much, the school had so much to offer. Now all Margo had to do was find this Room of Requirement and she would be golden until graduation. |
Margo was shopping for school supplies, dragon hide gloves were on the list….she had to do a double take, dragon hide? As in killed a dragon for a fire resistant glove? So not cool. Margo would not wear them, she refused, how could we kill a dragon for our own person benefit. We lived in a magical world, wasn’t there just some kind of spell that would make normal gloves fire retardant. Ugh, Margo put her foot down, she drew the line at killing innocent dragons. And she would be having a world with her teachers about such animal cruelty. |
One standard size two pewter cauldron was a requirement on her list of school supplies as first year. But, pewter cauldrons are so last year, what you really needed was a solid gold one!! Those were indestructible, and for Margo’s sake that was the better option, seeing as she was so accident prone. She was examining how pretty they looked. They had a pretty price tag too, but who cared when you were in style!! Margo went to take one off the shelf and realized how heavy they were and dropped it right on her toe! “Ouch!” Margo cried out. |
Since her first day at Hogwarts, Margo had a fascination with the Whomping Willow. The way the tree has actually comes to life and move, and try to attack people was great. Just her kind of sassy tree. Her mission and she chose to accept it was to touch the base of that tree! One day Margo darted out to the tree and was watching the branches move and sway, it looked like a dance. When she thought she had the pattern memorized Margo took off …. and made it all the way! Now the real problem, getting back out! |
The thing Margo was looking forward to the most was her wand. She NEEDED one to feel like a witch. This was her shining moment, when she stepped into Olivanders’ shop. The tape measure flew up and started taking measurements everywhere, her height, arm length, legs, and then her…nostrils? What in the world did it need to know that for! Margo giggled and then a man stepped around the counter and offered her a wand. Margo took the wand and felt nothing….waving it around she set her shoes on fire instead. This was going to be harder than it looked. |
Margo couldn’t wait to go to Hogsmeade. She had heard so much about Zonko’s joke shop and the Shrieking Shack that Margo nearly skipped down the lane toward the village. Everything about the town screamed excited and fun for students. Margo entered the Three Broomsticks and ordered herself a butter beer, a drink she had never tried before. It tasted so sweet Margo was never going to drink anything else. She ordered one more and tried to carry it back from the village and ended spilling it all down the front of her robes. “Maybe I don’t’ like the village” |
Veela had to be the prettiest thing Margo has ever seen. How could anyone ever feel worthy enough in front of these wonderful creatures or women, whichever way you look at them. Margo had first met one named Aphrodite, which was perfect, seeing as Margo loved Greek mythology as well, on a trip around the world with her mother one summer. Ever since meeting the veela woman Margo was determined to be as pretty. “How do you become a veela?” Margo asked her mother one day. “You can’t become one, you are born one darling” Her mother explained to her. |
A kneazle looked like it would be a great pet. She loved her kittens so much; after all they were a similar species. They could be interbred right? Plus Margo heard that these creatures could help you find your way home. With that Margo marched herself to the pet store in Diagon Alley to find herself one. Upon entering the shop Margo took herself immediately to the right section and began looking at these majestic creatures. She found herself one that was orange and spotted. She loved him instantly, and her love for Greek mythology helped her name him Hermes. |
Margo was excited to have her visit with the stars and to watch the heavens. Setting up her telescope Margo was bouncing on the balls of her feet smiling as she placed the telescope in its stand. Margo looked to the sky and saw a shooting star, placing her right eye, toward the eye piece of the scope to get a closer look at this wondrous beauty. It truly was a miracle to see, this is why Margo loved to mysteries of space. “When you wish upon a star” Margo started singing, “I hope I’m a good witch” she wished. |
Margo loved being close to the kitchens. She could sneak in and the house elves would help her get all kinds of snacks. It was great! So Margo entered by tickling the pear and the door knob appeared. “Would you’s like a snack Misses?” The house elf asked her as soon as she entered, it was less than a minute and these creatures were already so willing to help her. Margo couldn’t help but feel some love for them. They were so sweet and innocent. Margo smiled at the elf, she was beginning to remember their names. “Yes please Jules” |
“Holiday, Margo” Her name was called to walk up toward the Sorting Hat. Margo wasn’t so sure that they should have to sorted in front of the whole school. I mean how embarrassing if the hat placed her in Slytherin. Margo was thinking about the Sorting Hat’s song. For Hufflepuff hard workers, most worthy of admission, you might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal. This sounded like Margo, she was a fierce friend, her mother wanted her in Ravenclaw, but that did not sound like her true self. Waiting while holding her breath, the Hat said “Hufflepuff” |
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