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Axel Flint

With owls behind him, Axel was ready to take on the new school year. Unfortunately it meant taking Newt classes the next two years. Rumor had it that these classes were even worse and a lot of work. With classes and shifts in the hospital wing there wasn't going to be any time for dueling.

 

After last year, the Hufflepuff was determined to learn more then ever so that he would be able to protect his friends. This included the new first years that had just gotten sorted and were now partaking in their first feast.

 

"Welcome to Hufflepuff," he said between a mouth full of potatoes. "If you have any questions please let me know."

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Percy Tagnikzur

Torn between devastation, because not only was she separated from her siblings and relatives but she was separated from her best friend as well, and faint excitement, because regardless of her House she had just been Sorted, actually Sorted into a House, Percy shuffled to the Hufflepuff table where she was met with grins, cheers and pats on the back.

 

Percy was too numb to appreciate it. Too numb to even remember to force a smile. She sat down on the first vacant seat she found and twisted her neck around to locate her loved ones. Seeing their familiar faces and reassuring smiles---if they weren't too disappointed in her to wear them---was the only remedy to her turmoil that she would accept.

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Sophie Downes

Sophie was busy minding her own business, and trying to eat all the food. It wasn't that the food was better than Mummy and Daddy's food, more that now she were back at Hogwarts she were more likely to get away with eating whatever she wanted- none of these veges things that Phil kept pushing on her.

Seated next to Sophie was her Unicorn Plushie, Hulk, who was enjoying a nice healthy serving of potatoes and carrots. Except, enjoying probably wasn't the best word for it- Hulk wasn't really touching his food. This didn't bother Soph though, who continued eating. What did bother the third year, was when one of the newly sorted Puffs craned her head to look for people. She didn't look all that happy, and Soph felt for her. Picking up Hulk, the third year offered him to the first year- "would you like to snuggle my unicorn? He makes everything better." Hulk was so helpful.

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Eoghan McDonagh

Eoghan felt a huge lump in his throat as she was welcomed to the Gryffindor table. It wasn't fair. Not that he was Gryffindor, but the fact that his best friend - his brave best friend - had been placed into the one house he had wanted nothing to do with. He wouldn't cry though because now he had a job to do; to prove that he was a worthy Gryffindor. He sniffed and quickly ate.

 

Opposite him but at the next table, Eoghan suddenly became aware of Percy. She didn't seem happy - in fact, she looked as though she was about to cry, and that did not happen often. "Oy, dung head!" Eoghan called across to her but realised that he would not be heard above the noise. "Perce..." A tear dripped down his face. Seeing her upset just made this whole situation even more sad.

 

He poked his head up above the table like a meerkat and when no one even noticed he had moved, Eoghan scuttled across to Percy. It was a rare occasion when Eoghan didn't feel like teasing her, and this was one of those special times. His arms wrapped themselves around her torso and he squeezed gently. "It's okay Perce, we'll still see each other. Yer'll see. Everythin' will be fine." He whispered into her ear and nuzzled his nose into her hair. He didn't care who saw - Percy was his best friend and he didn't want her to hurt.

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Percy Tagnikzur

Percy turned around when she realized that she was being addressed. She blinked at the older Hufflepuff and glanced down at the toy in her hand. It took some time for her words to register with Percy.

She felt something inside her break. That was so nice of her. ;__; Before the girl could respond with words, however, she was engulfed in a hug. His arms familiar, his scent that of home. "Yeah," she mumbled into his shoulder. She felt tears well up in her eyes, but stopped them from falling. "Tis fine," she said, untangling herself from Eoghan. She would rather not get too emotional in public. And what would the Hufflepuff with the stuffed toy think of her? She must think that Percy hated her dear house. But she didn't. She just wanted to be with her friends and family.

Wiping the lone tear that had snuck down her cheek with her sleeve, Percy smiled at the third year. "I have one, too," she confessed. Aragone was not something she shared with just anyone. But the overwhelming circumstances lent her courage. And after all, the nice girl had a stuffed toy, too. "His name is Aragone. Like Aragone from the Lord of the Bracelets..."

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Sophie Downes

Sophie's arm remained extended as she waited patiently for the younger Hufflepuff to respond, adamantly believing that Hulk would help solve most of her problems. A smile on her face, Soph tried to silently use this to prompt the younger Hufflepuff to take comfort in her unicorn. The smile did not waver when a Gryffindor appeared, giving the younger girl a hug- Hufflepuffs were all about the hugs anyway, so it made Soph a little happy for the girl that she were finding hugs.

Spotting the tear dripping down (well, not really, Sophie wasn't that observant- she actually saw the other girl wiping at the tear), Soph's smile turned upside down. People weren't supposed to be sad... "it's okay, take him-" Soph urged quietly, her stomach feeling a little nauseated as guilt bubbled inside her. Fighting hard to put the smile back on her face, Soph nodded in approval at the mention of Aragone. "That's a very nice name-" Soph told the younger girl, "-this is Hulk. He comes everywhere with me," the third year explained, not even finding it a little bit weird that they'd exchanged stuffed toy names but not their own yet. What did it matter anyway?

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Percy Tagnikzur

Percy hesitated, then took the stuffed toy. Although she classified herself as a tomboy, she had to admit that the unicorn was rather cute. But more than that, it was the simple kind gesture that alleviated her sadness. "Hulk. Lik' th' muggle film?" Percy was quite fond of muggle films. Horror in particular, even though her parents disapproved of her obsession.

"Ah lik' him," she told the older Hufflepuff. "A'm Percy. ... What year ur ye?" Maybe this was the moment her future self would look back on with fondness. Maybe this was the moment she would make her first new friend at Hogwarts.

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Navi Wilkes

April - Term two

Lunch. Thank, Merlin.

 

The Hufflepuff was sort of, maybe, incredibly hungry because she had kind of, accidentally skipped breakfast on account of mornings suck and her bed was fantastically comfy. She would never understand how people enjoyed mornings.

 

Plopping down, the girl neatly tucked her bag underneath her and began collecting her favorite food items. The first time she realized that the options at lunch were consistent but wide-spread, she had determined to try everything at least once. Now that they were later in the year, she hardly even glanced at some of the more bland or mushy meals. Her favorites were down pat. They even showed up in the same spot every time.

 

Navi was so focused on putting nutrients into her system that she was even ignoring Desmond and Mercutio who had sat near her. Des had been a little more closed off since her accidental man-handling at the Quidditch match, so he probably didn't mind. Mercutio was likely focused on his own food or wheedling conversation out of the recluse Hufflepuff.

 

Honestly, Navi had been so focused on her own food and feeding the still semi-bald Nyx, that when she happened to look up again, she was surprised to see her boys still there. Turning her attention to them, she spoke, "So, what's going on?" Knowing those two: everything.

Edited by Navi Wilkes

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Desmond Tonks

Desmond was quickly coming to the realization that staying for the full lunch hour every day was not an economical way to spend his time. One, it left him open to what he now termed ‘Mercutio’s Attacks’. The other Hufflepuff never failed to badger Desmond till the cows come home - day in, day out. It was a miracle Desmond hadn’t gone insane from the extreme (at least, it was to him) amount of socializing yet. But what was even more surprising was how Mercutio was still unable to pick up on I-don’t-want-you-around vibes Desmond had been sending off since the start of the year. At the heart of the matter, the Desmond knew that Mercutio was a good guy. Yes. But that didn’t mean the scrawny boy wanted to hang out with his bulkier counterpart more than he had to.

 

“Eat your food or we’ll be late!” instructed Desmond, who was desperate to find a way to stop the other boy from talking. Navi chirped up at that very moment, giving Desmond reason to direct his attention away from Mercutio. Thank god.

 

“Nothing. But I do have an experiment….Oh damn it.” The boy’s eyes widened to astronomical proportions when a disturbing thought came to him. He left his latest experiment running in his secret lair. If he didn’t return promptly, Hogwarts might very well experience an explosion it hadn’t seen the likes of since the second Wizarding War.

 

“I’vegottogo.” rushed out Desmond as he speeded towards the entrance, leaving his bookbag and notes behind.

Edited by Desmond Tonks

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Navi Wilkes

Aaand he was off.

 

With a sigh, Navi collected Desmond's things as well as her own. She'd get them back to him eventually. Sometimes she wondered what her friend was up to and other times she wanted to stay a far distance from it. It was moments like this when her curiosity was peaked.

 

Not to mention, she felt she deserved to know something since she was acting as the Ms. Potts to his blasted Tony Stark. With a beckoning wave, the girl headed to class with Mercutio. The somewhat-more-sane one.

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Morty Snoddgrass

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Morty escaped from under the hat grinning broadly. He and Maggie were in the same house. He recognized several others at the table as well. There was the girl he'd met in the menagerie and one of the midnight twins. Morty shoved Maggie over on the bench and squished in beside. "Told you i wouldn't be in Slytherin. " he taunted her.

Morty was excited and had a difficult time being quiet during the headmistress' speech. ""Did you know that they shackle people?" he whispered aloud. He wondered if his mother had ever been shackled.

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Maggie Snoddgrass

Though it had been a worry for her brother for some time now, Maggie had never doubted that the two of them would be together. "She'd only said the thing about Slytherin to harass him. When he was sorted properly into the same house she'd just been put it, she climbed down from where she'd been standing on the table to see better and sat on the bench, sliding her butt over the glossy wood to make room for Morty.

 

"No." she replied with morbid interest and definitely less worry than there probably should have been. "What do you think they shackle you to?"

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Axel Flint

Yes. The last first of the year speech he would ever hear was finally done. Now it was time for some food, folks, and fun.

 

Unfortunately he was to busy eating to pay attention to all the chatter that was going on around him. Plus there were thoughts of his ex-girlfriend and how he had hoped she wouldn't notice him stuffing his face only to come up with some excuse to come up with something to embarrass him.

 

Glancing over at the Gryffindor table, Axel noticed he was safe and continued to eat while the young ones started to talk about shackling. "Don't worry about that. I will protect you. Just stay away from a girl named Abigail Stancil. She is dangerous."

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Uma Tamboli

Abigail didn't sound like a particularly dangerous name, Uma observed.

 

Then again, a while back, magic didn't sound like the sort of thing that existed, and now here she was. Hands clasped together nervously beneath the table, lips pursed as she involved how comfortable the older students were at Hogwarts. It was comforting, in a way, to know that with time it would all be less foreign to her, her eyes almost as wide as the plate in front of her when all of the food was piled out in front of her.

 

She sat silently, for the most part, content enough to listen to the idle chatter of others... That was, until she accidentally whacked the knee of the person across from her, an act that was very un-Hufflepuff of her.

 

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, mouth ajar as she cringed.

Edited by Uma Tamboli

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Ekaterina Valentin

Kat had been keeping to herself at the table and reading, managing to block out the noise around her or, more accurately, hide the fact she really hadn't gotten to know many of her housemates yet because she'd been trying to find her way around and get used to her schedule. Maks and Natalie worried her and that didn't help either. But she had to leave them to work it out -- not that she hadn't tried to think of ways to help however, she had promised Natalie no love potions so that was definitely out. Kat knew, deep down, they had to do it themselves and the fact Natalie promised they'd always be friends helped. She still thought her brother was being an idiot.

 

She had been sitting in the same position for a while now and would have probably stayed that way for a bit longer if something or someone hadn't just whacked her on the knee. An involuntary "Ow!" escaped her lips and just as quickly heard someone apologizing. "Oh that's okay. DIdn't really hurt. Surprised more than anything," she replied. She also realized it was about time, she began trying to meet others in her house. Holding out her hand, she introduced herself, shyly, "Hi. I'm Kat."

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Dorothy Talbot
"Does anyone know if there's vegetarian options?" Maybe it would be better just to go down to the Kitchens and ask...

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Navi Wilkes

Still munching on a hard-boiled egg, Navi looked over at the younger Puff. She glanced up and down the table at the different choices and quirked an eyebrow. Unless Dottie was super picky...

 

"There's salad? And some of these casserole bakes look like they don't have any meat." Not that she made any of them herself, but Navi had trouble believing the kitchens wouldn't have vegetarian stuff at every meal. They were in a magic castle, after all.

 

"Just try some?" She offered quietly, hoping the younger girl might take her up on it.

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Dorothy Talbot

"Navi!" Dottie exclaimed, having not noticed that she sat just a few seats down from her. Immediately she grabbed her things and placed them next to Navi's seat. She leaned forwards on her elbows, chin propped up by her hands and gave Navi a beaming smile. "Hi."

 

At the mention of salad, Dottie scrunched her nose. "I suppoooooooose but I've had it all week, I should just go and ask." Dorothy hated complaining and so quickly she turned her frown into a smile and grabbed a mushroom with her fingers, plopping it into her mouth.

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Navi Wilkes

She couldn't hold back a shudder as Dottie nommed on a mushroom. While she appreciated the flavour of the fungi, she really couldn't stand the texture. The girl must have a stronger palette.

 

Slightly concerned, the brunette tilted her head. "So, what kind of vegetarian?" If she was okay with eggs and the like, Navi was sure some of the breakfast bakes didn't include any meat. There was no way she was going to allow the poor girl to go hungry. A magical school was bound to have more than a plethora of options.

 

"I'm sure the house elves wouldn't mind, but are you sure there isn't anything else already here?" Maybe she was more picky than Navi was assuming.

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Kimber Yates

Kimber was only semi paying attention. Mostly he was happy that Navi was letting him sit next to her. But then they were talking about food. Eating whatever it was he'd put on his plate, he looked over at the girls talking. "Yeah. Just talk to the house elves. They'll make you something." And he was just fine with it that way. After all, he liked not having to cook his own food.

 

"Or I'm sure you can look around. They're bound to have something you can eat around here." There was no way they'd let her starve or anything else like that. He was going to have to help out. Normally he'd ignore it and move on into his own thing. But Navi was there. He needed to do anything he could to help Navi.

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Briar Naaktgeboren

Scraping owl droppings from the owlery floor was disgusting but totally worth it. Briar dropped off a delicately wrapped gift bag, complete with a festive tag that read "to Dorothy Smellbot, from Secret Satan," at the center of the Hufflepuff table early morning before winter holidays. Owl poop didn't smell too bad. Briar hoped Dottie would unknowingly reach inside, expecting sweets, and shove some of the poop into her fat mouth.

 

"Die, witch," Briar cackled to herself, rubbing her hands together deviously. Time for wonderful breakfast potatoes at the Gryffindor table! What a lovely day.

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Dorothy Talbot

Dorothy Talbot loved presents. She liked giving them more than recieving but she couldn't deny there was something special about being given a wrapped present early in the morning from a secret admirer. She spied it curiosily, giggling at the evident humor that had been written on the tag. It was probably from Sovren or even Ansel, since he liked to give her nicknames.

 

Dorothy tore it open at record speed and plunged her hand inside, looking for whatever had been given to her. When she pulled her hand out, however, what she found was not what she had expected. "Oh my goodness," Dorothy whispered, dumbstruck. "It's owl poop! Sovren!" Dorothy gasped, looking across at Sovren with shock. Again she read the tag, this time without overlooking the details. "Secret Satan?" There was only one person who hated her enough to do something like this.

 

".........Briar."

 

Seriously what had she ever done to her?!

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Mercutio Bates

End of the Year Feast.



The end of the year finally arrived and all the students were gathered for the final feast. Mercutio could hardly compromise his conflicting feelings — while he was both excited to go home and be free of this whole studying business, he’d miss Hogwarts. He’d miss magic and his friends, and even the friends he lost. Mercutio glanced briefly at the Gryffindor table where Addison sat before he turned his attention back the hidden package he held under the table: a Basic Blaze Box.



With a quick “Incendio!” the entire box was set ablaze, lighting the dark enchanted ceiling above them with a flurry of colours.


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Ekaterina Valentin

Kat was lost in thoughts as she sat at the Hufflepuff Table for the end of year feast. It had been a wonderful year and, while she was excited to see her parents again, Kat really did not want to leave her friends that she had made. She looked at those around her at her own table and then over at some of the other tables. She was beginning to feel sad rather than excited when a sudden burst of light interrupted her thoughts. "Oh!!!" she exclaimed. "Merc? Did you. . ."

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Desmond Tonks

Desmond wasn’t all that happy about it being the end of year. I mean, how can anyone survive an entire summer without magic? It just wasn’t right. However, what he DID want was to be able to eat his meal in peace, especially since he missed the last one. Naturally, he was peeved when a rocket blasted into his chicken pie.

 

“You.” Desmond growled at Merc.

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