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Julian Pritchard

"The... what?" Julian almost spat out his toast from where he was sitting next to @Hazel Wheeler, eyes briefly darting to her for help. "If you mean a house that's just muggleborns, there's no such thing." He narrowed his eyes at the Durmstrang student who'd spoken, hesitant to explain that he was a muggleborn and wasn't a Hufflepuff. Had she meant to use the word 'mudblood' or was she just confused about appropriate term for it in English?

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Behati Gadot

Behati's eyes narrowed. She didn't know when Julian had shown up at their table, but she was glad that he had because he was smart enough to explain to this clearly confused girl why such a word was vastly inappropriate. "We don't say that word over here," Behati told her, her voice edging on a forced calmness. This girl was a guest at their school and the Hufflepuff would do her best to make her feel welcomed, but Bee refused to be disrespected in her own school.

 

So she chose to believe that @Elva Øster Thorn just didn't know what she was trying to say.

 

"We're Hufflepuff! Well, except Julian. He's a Ravenclaw. Welcome to Hogwarts! We're so happy to have you all here!" The excitement in her voice was real this time.

Edited by Behati Gadot

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Elva Øster Thorn

"Oh.  So if it's not a house entirely of Mudbloods....is it the only one that accepts Mudbloods?" Elva cocked her head quizzically at @Julian Pritchard, a younger boy wearing blue robes who seemed to be sitting at the Mudblood table.  She could have sworn that she had heard about the yellow house at Hogwarts that took Mudbloods when the other houses didn't.  Perhaps this boy was confused because he was sitting at the wrong table, or perhaps things had changed at Hogwarts. 

 

A girl actually wearing yellow robes piped up.  The Dane turned to @Behati Gadotand tried her best to give her a reassuring smile, lest she think Elva was some kind of Grindelwald. 

 

"Oh, don't worry!  I'm halfblood myself - my mother is a Mudblood.  Or, as you say, Muggleborn?"  She corrected herself, even though the word felt heavy in her mouth.

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Adrina Althaus-Valerio

Adrina sat at the hufflepuff table, quite wishing she had decided to sit with her brother at the slytherin table instead on this day, as the words being tossed around had certainly made her lose her appetite.  Frowning at the smiley face that she had made on her pancakes with strawberry slices, she picked up her fork and began to slide the slices around until the smile was upside-down and resembled the face she now wore.  

 

Didn't they know this wasn't appropriate table conversation?  She had known... or been taught rather, from a very young age, just what should or shouldn't be spoke about in mixed company and while she didn't always listen to what her parents tried to teach her, this was actually one of those things she stuck with.  

 

*sigh* 

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Elewyn Sauvigni

She had been sorted!

 

Elewyn had thought she might get Hufflepuff and the hat confirmed it to her. Smiling broadly, and listening to the cheers from her new house mates which was joined by a very familiar voice from the Gryffindor table, she laid the hat down gently on the chair, and moved over to the Hufflepuff table to join the students who had just become her second family for the next seven years.

 

She could not find a more happy and friendly-looking bunch of students to be around and Elewyn was proud to be counted among them. She was sure she would make many friends here.  Taking an empty seat she turned to the student next to her. "Hello, I'm Elewyn" she introduced herself, feeling perfectly at home, as she did in any social situation.

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Phillip Aldermaston

Shortly after one particular event, Phillip decided his time at the Hufflepuff table was best spent throwing a paper areoplane at one @Fiona Weaver instead of being sensible and eating.  Thanks to his panic, his handwriting (which could use some improvement at the best of times), was a near-illegible scrawl and he'd allowed the ink to drip a fair bit because he was panicked.

My Auror.  Candy Auror.  Headmistress's tower



My auror referred to the  auror that had attacked him.  Candy auror was the one that took candy just to have a snack.

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Joseph Wilkins

Joe was not at all prepared to hear the hat talking to him. Since when did hats talk? It shocked him even more to note that nobody else seemed to hear what the hat was saying. The hat was talking to and about him, describing him as though it knew him even better than his sister did. Only once did the hat call a word aloud, what was it? Some nonsense word? Huff-and-puff? Was this school or pre-school, he hadn't heard anyone say huff-and-puff since he was a little boy and his mother was reciting the story of the three little pigs.

 

Apparently he had been sorted though, he was a student at this so-called school, at least until such time as he managed to run away. He hadn't taken much note of which of the four tables people were joining, except for Verity; he had seen where she went, and he looked over her with a question in his eyes, but it was a different table that was cheering his name, and he looekd across at them, feeling that was perhaps where he belonged.

 

He slipped the hat off his head, glad to be rid of it in all honesty and walked over to join that table. He sat down in a space between a couple of older students. "Hello, I'm Joe" he introduced himself, feeling he might as well be friendly. He might not feel as though he was ready to count himself among them, but he wasn't about to forget his manners.

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