The Hufflepuff Table 2023-2024

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The newly second year student made his way to the great hall. Much like he had on his first year. Although this time he had no reason to be scared, nor nervous. He knew what house he was it, And he was looking forward to welcoming the new students to Hufflepuff. He was dressed in his robes, and took a sett more in the middle of the table, As he thought this would have a good view of the sorting.

Like he always had he wore his necklace that had a dove charm on it. He also had his house robes on, much like everyone around him. He of course cheered for everyone, and made sure to cheer loudly for those the hat pleased into Hufflepuff. The great hall was very loud when the hat yelled, and was quite with anticipation as it sorted. It was pretty fun! Being on the other side, he knew how most of them felt. Some people looked more nervous then others, and some looked very happy with there house.

Andre took his eyes off the sorting to look around the hall, It was really full. All Hogwarts students in one place. It was a lot, part of him wanted it to get over with faster, to get to the feast. The other part of him loved watching how everyone reacted.

Thoughts • Someone else is speaking • Sage is speaking

The time had come for Sage’s first time at the Hufflepuff table. She walked into the Great Hall. At first, she was overwhelmed by the huge crowd of students not just in her own house and by the long tables piled with food platters. Sage immediately felt her mouth begin to water at the sight of the food. She looked at the other students in her house and hesitated before looking around for someone to sit by. Mostly everyone seemed too much older than her to want to sit by a young first year, or too busy chatting with others to pay her any sort of mind. Sage’s eyes darted over the table over and over as she searched for at least just one person to ask to sit by. Just as Sage was about to give up and sit by herself, she spotted a curly haired boy. He seemed to be sitting alone and did not seem to be talking with anyone. Sage took a deep breath and walked over to him. She reached out her hand and gently tapped him on the shoulder.
“Hi! Could I sit here?” she asked the boy quietly.
“My name is Sage, by the way.”

@André Lebedev

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He watched the sorting with most of attention, The hat had just sorted a first year into Gryffindor when he felt a hand gently tap his shoulder. He also heard a quite voice ask if they could sit. This was great! They introduced themself as Sage, Andre had a feeling that she was a newly sorted first year. "Of course you can!" He smiled at the girl, moving over a bit to give her more room. "My names Andre, this is my second year at Hogwarts! Its nice to meet you Sage!" He held his hand out for a shake.

He was happy that out of everyone at the table she had chosen to sit by him, and If he was right and she was new; then Andre would be one of her first student interactions. Now there was always a chance he was wrong, and she could have been a fourth year he just never saw. But the chances of that had to be low. "Are you a first year?" he asked.

Now that he thought about it, She had to be one. Why else would she just now be getting to the hall? Yes, the chances of her not being new were slim and small. "You probably are, just need to make sure, you know?" He added onto his last words. He brushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear, Talking was hard.

Thoughts • Someone else is speaking • Sage is speaking

Sage was more then grateful the boy was so kind as to let her sit. He introduced himself, André was his name, and he was a second year.
“Nice to meet you, André. What’s your favorite thing about Hufflepuff?” Sage asked. The sorting continued and Sage watched as her fellow first years were sorted. Sage suddenly felt her leg slip a bit and she immediately closed her eyes. Great. She was so nervous about her first year, that her leg was beginning to sweat and loose suction. This hardly ever happened to her, why should have started now. Before she could get to panicked, André asked if she was a first year. Did he notice how nervous I am? Is he just trying to distract me? Or is he just honestly asking?” thought Sage.
“What? Oh, yes I am. I was just sorted,” said Sage. Under the table Sage tried to get to leg to suction on better, but she would have to fully take off her leg if she wanted it to stay on. There was nothing she could have done while her leg was under the table. Sage had no other option but to fix it once the ceremony was done and she was in her dorm.

@André Lebedev

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His favorite thing about Hufflepuff.. This, this was a tough question. There were plenty of good even great things about the house. He did grow to love the common room, mainly the cozy furniture the dorm room wasnt bad either. He did like the color combo to. Black and yellow just fit hand in hand together. The other combos wernt bad, just not as good ad the badgers. That was another plus! Badgers were a very cool animal, and strong. The people in the house were kind as well, there was just so much to love. "I really dont know what my favorite this is, theres just a lot to love." He admitted to the girl.

"If I did need to choose, I would say the common room. It's really awesome. Super cozy.." He may have had some bias just because he hadent been in any of the other. He was still pretty sure they had the best one. "We also have the best house colors," He knew that for certain.

She had answered his question on her year, more directly. The question she asked prior did say a lot. I guess not a whole lot. But still he was more suspect on her year. Andre couldent help but notice she was messing with something under the table. She seamed nervous about it, it could have been the new surroundings, but still. He felt like he should at least try to provide some comfort. "No need to be scared, everyone was new one point or another. You will do great." He offered a smile that was meant to come of as friendly.

Thoughts • Someone else is speaking • Sage is speaking

While André talked about the cozy common room, Sage kept struggling to get her leg fixed.
“Come on, come on, come on,” Sage whispered. She plastered on a fake smile and turned to André and said,
“Oh, that sounds nice! I can’t wait to see the common room!” Even thought Sage was more focused on her leg, she was not lying; she really did think the common room sounded nice. He said something else about the house colors being the best, but Sage was almost entirely zoned out with nervousness. Why does my leg need to slip now? Of all places and times! There’s nothing I can really do to fix it unless…. It’ll have to do. I can’t do anything else anyway, thought Sage, thinking about how she could fix her leg. Sage swung her legs out from under the table and flipped so she was facing the other way. She took off her leg and her liners and fixed them before putting them back on as fast as she possibly could. She put her leg back on and checked to make sure it was fully on. Good. She swung herself back to the other side of the table and looked at the last first year being sorted.
“Looks like we can eat soon!” said Sage, trying to distract from any nerves in the air.

@André Lebedev

Ashley quietly and nervously walked up to the Hufflepuff table and sat down. She looked around and tried to guess who else was as nervous as she was.
When the food appeared on the table, Ashley gasped and looked around trying to figure out where they had come from. Seeing the other students start eating, Ashley started scooping small portions of each food onto her plate, she had to try everything!
As she was munching through some corn, she noticed that her bag containing her sketchbook was missing. Looking around, Ashley wrung her hands and started to panic,

ohhhhh where could it beee!

she moaned. She looked under the benches and under her plate, angry at herself for losing her most important gift from her parents, and worst of all, it was private! What if someone was looking at her drawings and spotted themselves in it, and they didn't like that she had drawn them! What if they made fun of her for drawing every single part of the journey here?! Ashley's thoughts were spinning out of control as she sat down to bury her face in her arms. No way was she going to call attention to herself. She was ready to give up on the sketchbook.

After her little disaster on stage, she didn't want to talk to anybody on the table. Regardless of her wishes. The senior students still were... sympathetic enough to try and get her to talk. She had heard from other first years that Hufflepuff are the most welcoming, some even dare to say that being selected for Hufflepuff means you have no personality.

Well, she suppose in the case of her, it may be true, but the conversations that were sparking from this table have proven otherwise. Along with this also new first year that sits across her, who seems so utterly distraught by something. She was not much of a talker, but the fact that someone in front of her really looks like they need help doesn't sit well with her to just ignore.

"Excuse me.... are you looking for something?" A girl stares across the table at the blonde. She had a chicken drumstick in her hand and have been watching the first year across from her struggle to find something. Or at least, that's what Cromwell interpreted. She adjusts her glasses with the palm of her hand, as her fingers are currently covered in chicken grease. "Maybe I can help....?" She offered, though she doubt she can provide much, heck, magic is still quite new to her, what if she's trying to look for something so magical she wouldn't understand it?

Interacting: @Ashley Young
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Ashley sniffled and looked up at the kind person with glasses who actually spoke to her.
"I'm so embarrassed!" She spoke quietly, "I lost my messenger bag with my sketchbook inside..." Ashley covered her face to hide her tears. "I was so nervous, I have no idea where I left it...it's a navy blue bag with stars and the initials AY in silver...." she trailed off and uncovered her eyes.
"You haven't seen it yet by chance?"
Ashley's anxiety started to disappear as she talked to this other person, maybe this was her chance to make a new friend? Or maybe they were just being kind...either way, this was someone Ashley could talk to about her problem as she didn't want to bother the prefects over something so silly. Ashley took a few breathes and rubbed at her cheeks, embarrassed at the tears that were probably very obvious. She then peeked around to see if anyone else had noticed her crying...what would she do if God forbid the professor saw her crying! She wasn't a baby! She hoped the other people of hufflepuff were as nice as the one talking to her. "My names Ashley...what's yours?" She asked.