Sometimes, when Dayna either didn't have anything to do, or was trying to escape things she didn't want to do, she wandered up to the Trophy Room. It was a beautiful room, full of metal objects that glittered, filled with the names of students who'd won awards all the way back to Hogwarts's founding. It was a room filled with history, and Dayna had made her mark on it.

Twice.

She stopped by the Quidditch Cup trophy with her name on it, and then moved over to the dueling case, sighing with pleasure as she looked at her name. 1st. Only stupid twerps like Julian could say Hufflepuffs weren't worth anything. Now if only she could duplicate these two feats before she graduated...that would be amazing. And maybe even enough to shut Julian up!

At the moment, though, she was busy showing him up by being all prefectly and prepping a Hufflepuff Activity. Plopping a little bag of gold foil-wrapped coins behind a trophy, Dayna scurried out of the room.

The next place Aemilia went was up to the third floor. She was sure there would be something there. They always hid stuff in there. There were also a lot of places for things to be hiding there.

She ran in and then stopped in her tracks. There were a lot of trophies in there. How was she supposed to find a bag of stuff amongst all those trophies? All she could do was start from one side and check every trophy until she found it.

She turned to her left and began searching around every single trophy. She looked inside them, behind them, between them. She was beginning to get frustrated with this search. There were just so many trophies. She was sweating from this treasure hunt. She hated being sweaty.

After searching for quite a long while she finally found a little bag full of gold wrapped coins. Finally.

She grabbed a coin and stuffed it into her pocket. Then, she ran from the trophy room. She had to find those other bags before the rest of her fellow Hufflepuffs.

To Waverly’s line of thinking, there was no better place to look than the trophy room. Bypassing the rather large quidditch cup trophy case, because that made her sad, Waverly kept up a long string of words flowing so Mallory wouldn’t be sad as well. See, even though she was Matt’s partner, she was searching with Mallory.

“Do you see anything,” she asked. It was too easy to be distracted by the glitzy trophies and old pictures. “Merlin. Can you believe people wore their house this way,” she giggled before noticing a rather dark colored bag.

“Another one,” she yelped. Reaching around the trophy, she pulled the bag out to show Mallory.

She did notice the Quidditch trophy. Just to throw that out there.

“I’ve always rather liked this place,” informed Mallory looking at the wall where all the students wrote. “It’s so interesting.” She always for some reason looked for her sisters. She was busy reading when she heard Waverly’s call out that she found one. Mallory spun around and headed towards the direction of her friend.

“OO, I wish those were real,” said Mallory putting her hand into the bag to pull out two of them. Pretty little things. But they were fake… that was fail. Hufflepuff should be trustworthy. Think of them all as good people who would return those lovely things right? Right.