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Evelyn Weber

VH23 HUFFLEPUFF BONFIRE

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Beatrix Popplestone

Beatrix glared back. Then she found something better to do.

 

Dipping her hands into the back pockets and bags of the children sitting on the nearest log, Beatrix retrieved all kinds of useless junk, and some stuff that might actually be worth money. Some of it was money.

 

Every so often she glared back at that ugly child (the slightly less ugly one) to make sure he wasn't tattling. At least he seemed to be enjoying that marshmallow.

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Evelyn Weber

"Pushing people into the fire is never an option," Evelyn said exasperatedly, giving Trixie one last 'stay put' glare before walking over to Galen and Malcolm, handing them each a clean tissue. "Just brush the sand out gently, don't use your hands," she said, "wash it out when you get back in the castle."

 

Hufflepuffs. Who knew they could be so violent?

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Tasha Beamish

“A likely story,” she said to her mentee, for there would be no embracing of the sort in Tasha’s mind. She was a proper mentor, she would instil discipline in her young charge. “I am indeed your mentor, Tasha Beamish.” Even if she was shorter. Usually mentors were meant to be larger and meaner and quite tall, but Tasha would make up for all that by being really bossy.

 

“Remember what I said – Saturday – first thing after breakfast, right by the entrance.” With a short nod, she then moved off in search of Beatrix, who was honing her skills in thievery but she would be far more productive with help. Help Tasha could offer. “Did you SEE that?” Tasha exclaimed to one in particular, pointing up at the dome of sky above. “What on earth was that? You, with the very expensive watch and pearl earrings, you saw it too, right? Up there!”

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Jack Hoffman

Jack saw a glaring fire down by the lake he approached it slowly aiming his wand he came closer and closer cautiously finnally he saw some hufflepuffs "what"he said softly to himself he came closely to the fire and sat down "hello" he said scaredly jack was wearing a hufflepuff jersey and his hair was neatly combed

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Hello Wyndham

Hello was scared. The slight, effeminate boy had innocently made his way down to the lakefront to join in with the Hufflepuff celebrations in an attempt to learn more about his new home. After a scenic ramble down, he had figured that he had been only a few minutes late and that it would not matter all that much, only to happen upon the most fearful of sights.

 

There was stealing, licking (kissing?), sand, name-calling, general violence... Hello was petrified. He stood in the shadows of the friendly trees, pulling the front of his cloak up above his lips and held it there securely in a fist. The coolness of the forest at his back was nice and reassuring, while the warmth of the bonfire surrounded by madness was plain scary. He knew that there was no way he would be allowed near anything of the sort at home, his mother would be absolutely scandalized to hear that he was even within a mile radius of such an event.

 

It was this reluctance and fear that kept the boy away from the bonfire for the longest of times, watching from his comfortable distance with noted discomfort. Yet despite it all Hello still wanted to approach the group. To have a toasted marshmallow (as long as Professor Gawkrodger and Preston had not eaten them all yet, of course), and to actually take that step into Hufflepuff House. If Hufflepuff was like this Hello had to learn to adjust, even if it frightened him to his very core. Pulling his cloak down to normal level again but still keeping a tight grip on it, Hello stepped out timidly from the forest edge, his blonde curls lit in the firelight, and carefully maneuvered around the scarier students quietly to get to the bonfire itself. He stood at its side, both hands now clasped at his neck, hopefully protecting him from the danger all around him. With a quick glance around, he sidled up to the nearest and sanest looking student. "Um, are there any marshmallow's left?" He sad quietly, all the while trying not to make eye contact with anyone else. He lived in fear.

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Persia Elder

All this time, Persia had been a rather quiet spectator to this whole event. Watching the sand getting kicked up by someone who she thought was possibly one of her sister's friends (and hence someone to avoid at the moment, who knew what they were capable of). Evee deciding to drag her away from the poor, defenceless ickles. Instead, she walked over to Preston and attempted to steal lumps of half-melted marshmellow from behind him to throw at people.

 

She liked sharing, you see. But just not the friendly type.

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