The Hufflepuff Table 2022-2023

The Sorting Ceremony had already taken every ounce of energy out of Harris. He was tired, nervous, and knew absolutely nobody. On top of that, he remembered his contact lens, which he normally forgot he even had on, and it was making his eye uncomfortable.

Shaky hands reached up to the charm necklace around Harris's neck. He toyed with the moon charm before fiddling with the arrow charm, poking himself in the finger with its tiny dull point. The necklace was supposed to make him feel calm. Neither of his parents said it, but he knew that's what it was supposed to do. In a way, it did. It was like he had a piece of all his family right there with him. The moon was his dad, the paw print his papa, the book charm was Dustin's, the arrow Kasey's, and the little cloud charm was Carter's through process of elimination. It was sentimental and heartwarming. Just the thing Harris needed in a new place where the only people he knew were sitting at different tables.

Longingly glancing at the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables were doing absolutely nothing. Harris needed something to take his mind off of the loneliness that was starting to consume his mind. And that distraction came unexpectedly, in the form of one of Harris's favorite things.

There were plates filled with food that miraculously appeared all throughout the table. Because of course a magic school would have magic food. There was so much that Harris was certain there was no way any normal person or group of people could have made it all. So this food had to be magic somehow, right? How did this all work? He watched as other people at the table took their food. Some took generous portions, others took smaller amounts. Normally, eating around other people was weird, here, maybe it wouldn't be. Though, Harris didn't even know why he felt that way in the first place. It wasn't like he ate a lot. Maybe he just thought eating was weird in general? Dustin did tell him about misophonia and it could be that.

Harris pushed his thoughts aside and happily reached for the nearest thing to put on his plate. He was trying not to look at anyone else as he did so. Sure, he would be fine if one, or maybe even two people walked to him. But if it went over three, Harris would simply die on the spot. He was not ready to deal with that much interaction yet.

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It was hard to edit out the remaining first years needing to join their Houses. They had only just finished 'H' and still there were twenty-five letters to go. She tried her best not to be anxious as she casted a glance towards the Gryffindor table which was the red one. She thought about her parents' reactions upon finding out her destined House before she realized they wouldn't be disappointed. Maybe he father, but he had plenty of friends in all the houses and thought it was rather weird to separate, especially when rivalries and alliances formed. It was a bit silly as she looked around the table. She tried to be spot anybody who she might know. A harder task when she remembered how she moved to South Korea when she was seven years old until she was back in The United Kingdoms just a few months prior to her letter delivery. Most of her friends probably forgot about her and created new bonds of friendships. She just had to try to make new friends. Soon the last name was called and sorted. Speeches were made and finally food suddenly appeared on the tables. She looked around trying to decide what to eat. It took a few minutes until she asked somebody to pass a pasta dish.	date : 09.01.2022 time : early evening location: Great Hall notes: HUFFLEPUFF TABLE.
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But what a day! Alexander had never been this excited before. Now the whole day seemed to him some kind of dream. Leaving the house, arriving at the station, boarding the Hogwarts Express... A magical castle, a talking hat... Merlin's beard! A talking hat! Seriously? Well, of course, he was aware of their existence beforehand, but only theoretically. Hearing something was one thing, seeing it, however, was completely another experience. The puzzled expression on his face as he slowly walked to the Hufflepuff Table could easily be mistaken for that of a Muggle-born. He hoped that the deep joy he felt at the moment would somewhat overcome his dizzy face.

So Hufflepuff. Her grandmother's house. Helga, the loyal and lovely witch of the olden times, founded his house with the principle to teach magic to anyone, without distinction. This, for Alexander, was a noble cause indeed. Even the noblest one it might be. "The heart is exceptionally wide, my sunny boy," her grandma used to say, "never ever think that it is possible to fill its hall." Following her footsteps, young Alexander was chosen to be a Hufflepuff in order to prove that to be true. His heart was filled with genuine warmth, and he sincerely wished that the doors of his heart would be open to all, whoever they might be. Isn't it the whole point of the Hufflepuff?

He walked with an ear-to-ear smile to the table of his future friends. They were loudly applauding Alexander as the Sorting Hat had sent him to Hufflepuff. Solidarity was already proven to be cheerful. He had never met these yellow-robed young students before. Still, he felt a closeness, even a fondness to them, as if they had entered into a union of destiny. As soon as he sat down at the table, several Hufflepuffs gathered around him. Alexander shook hands with them, and they exchanged good intentions and kind words with each other. Blissful. Calming. Joyful. It was as much Hufflepuff as a moment could be. "Thanks for the warm welcome,", he said, "it is very, very kind of you." Ahead on the right, a girl asked him if she had heard his name correctly. "Yes, my name is Alexander. Nice to meet you!" A few minutes later, he was already telling a story to these first acquaintances at Hogwarts: "Did you know that my grandmother was also a Hufflepuff? Once upon a time -she's very old now- so I believe at least 50 years ago..."

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September 1st, 2022 : Date Night : Time Plain black work robes : Outfit

You play Quidditch? That's so cool, my dad played Quidditch for England professionally but had to stop after he got concussed by a rogue bludger

She works as a member of the Accidental Reversal Squad, she comes back with a lot of funny stories sometimes, other times she doesn't since they aren't as interesting. A lot of their incidents are when kids first discover their magic and therefore something goes wrong. They once had to deflate a dog when a young witch accidentally made it inflate and start flying away

that one is always my favourite story to tell