The Hufflepuff Table 2023-2024

Interacting: @Ashley Young

Interacting: @Ashley Young

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Helena felt her throat tighten as the sorting hat was removed from her head. The young honey blonde girl trudged towards the Hufflepuff table. Her ocean blue eyes were blank and emotionless, while her stomach felt nothing but a pant of guilt and utter fear.

Helena’s mind seemed to swirl with many thoughts and emotions. The feeling of dread filled her soul. Her shoulders were locked tightly while her legs felt like lead with every step she took.

Helena sat down at the end of the Hufflepuff table trying to avoid many of the other students. It was bad enough she felt like a disappointment for not being sorted into Slytherin. Helena felt nothing but utter disgust in herself. Helena felt even worse after all she did not even have Remedy with her. Even though the two were not entirely friends, they still grew up together. Helena respected the young girl and really wished they were in the same house, but alas that was not the case for the girls.

Helena’s cold ocean blue eyes gazed downwards avoiding contact with everyone and things around her. She was too busy wallowing in her thoughts.

After all Helena worried about what her father would say? The young honey blonde hair girl could already hear her fathers stern voice lecturing her about the house she was sorted into. But it was not Helena’s fault she was a badger. Was it?

Helena held her soft heart shaped face with her hands and the young girl felt pant in her chest. Her shoulders trembled slightly in pure anxiety. After all, how could she possibly belong in the Hufflepuff house? Even though Helena did not entirely fit in with Slytherin either.

The truth was Helena just felt like she did not belong with either house. But the sorting hat was never wrong? Was it?

Sighing softly to herself Helena lifted her head up slightly gazing at the feast that seemed to be in front of the girl all of a sudden. Even though Helena knew she should try to eat. Her stomach was too knotted and twisted for her to even think about eating anything at the very moment.

Sighing again to herself Helena just played with the food that was placed on her plate. Her ocean blue eyes were dull swimming with a wave of doubt and uncertainty inside of them. Her honey blonde locks covered her face giving the young girl a gloomy aura to her appearance. Her pale ivory skin seemed paler then normal due to her dismay. But who knew maybe just maybe the school year would not be a total failure or it may just be an utter disaster for the next seven years. At this point Helena doubted it could get any worse than it already was.

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Open to anyone to interact did mention @Remedy Norden

Reaching the table, Harley took a seat without paying much attention to who he sat next to. It's been an arduous day, filled with nervousness, excitement and even a hint of sadness at times. Calling it difficult would be an understatement; leaving home, and his dad especially, was tough. Never mind all the crazy stuff he'd seen throughout the day— from having to run into a wall, to the enormous castle he was now sat inside... Safe to say it's been a long day, it would be for everyone but especially for someone like Harley.

There were still so many unanswered questions he had about everything, but he was at a new school now so surely he'd get them answered soon enough. Starting with the feast itself. I mean, the amount of food? He didn't even know how to react to that, but at this point, he simply kept reminding himself that it was, in fact, just magic. It did not need to make sense and it most certainly didn't anyway. Though, everyone else seemed to find it perfectly normal, so he figured he might as well indulge like everyone else did around him. Everyone except the girl with the honey-blonde hair he sat beside.

Harley glanced over at her, noticing the girl fiddling with the food as if she had just been given the worst possible news in her entire life. Normally, he would have just ignored it and gone back to eating, but she seemed to be all alone, and besides, it wasn't as if Harley had anyone else to chat to.

He placed his fork down, pivoting towards his fellow Hufflepuff. "Hey? You okay?" he cocked his head slightly to the side, with a small gentle smile resting on his face. At this point, he couldn't guess why she was upset. Perhaps she was homesick? Lonely? All of the above? Possibly, and he could sympathise with that, but he wouldn't assume just in case he was wrong.

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Date 09/01/23

Helena's Dialogue #aa8b00

Tags @Harley Jukes

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Off in her own little world. Helena was a tad distracted, her mind running rampant with many unbearing thoughts.

How could this happen? Why did this happen? What traits did Helena have that made her a Hufflepuff?! Did the hat choose poorly or wrong? What will her father say when he finds out?!

The young girl seemed to turn a ghostly pale color. Her sea blue eyes swam with fear and distraught. What about Ulysses? He was a Slytherin. Her only family here at Hogwarts and yet they have been separated.

A cruel hand of fate seemed to drag Helena away from those she was familiar with. First her cousin, then her not friend but comrade Remedy and lastly she was not even in the same house as Bex! Her first friend to say the least.

Helena felt like this adventure of hers was just going to be cruel and grueling as if nothing really mattered or gotten worse!

Helena snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a voice speak in her direction.

Glancing upwards the golden haired girl gazed towards the source of the voice. Examining the boy that sat near her. Sea blue eyes darting back and forth wondering exactly what the boy wanted. She did catch what he said and was thinking of the proper words to respond back with.

But the girl felt nothing but dread and utter discomfort; she had no idea what to do or say.

The golden haired girl took in a shaky breath before smiling shyly over at the boy. Taking in his appearance the best she could in her current distraught state.

“Oh I ummm. I am okay. Just a tad nervous. I suppose…”

Responding quietly back towards the boy. Helena’s soft elegant tone wavered slightly with nerves stringing high inside of her.

The young girl was not much of one who liked to converse or was great and making small talk, but what other way would be great to try and calm her nerves. After all, the girl was stuck in this house for the next six years, give or take.

“My name is Helena… Helena Rose, pleasure to meet you?”

Introducing herself quietly the golden haired girl seemed to slowly try and eat her food. Though her stomach seemed to be rampant with nothing but butterflies and nerves. The young child was fairly hungry.

Slowly she began to eat the food that was resting among her plate. Glancing slightly around her surroundings as thoughts seemed to dance and prance around her brain.

The girl knew it was best to avoid thinking about her family. She will handle that problem when it arises. Hopefully not any time soon the last thing Helena wanted was facing her fathers wrath for disappointing and dishonoring the Rose’s family name.

The golden haired girl turned her head slightly towards the Slytherin table her eyes held nothing but longing to be over there with her peers to finally make her family proud, but the girl knew that was never gonna happen, but it did not stop her much.

As Helena began to calm her nerves enjoying the rather delectable food that was in front of the young girl. She could not help but look back over to the young boy that sat near her. She recognized him from the sorting, but his name did not seem to register in the girl's head.

Awaiting a response the girl continued to enjoy her food slowly but happily relaxing just a tad bit more becoming more relaxed then she previously was. As her pale complexion seemed to go back to it’s normal less ghostly pale texture.

01/09/2023

Harley Jukes

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Keeping his gentle smile, Harley turned his head to look down at his plate before speaking up; "I get that. I'm quite nervous me sen." This was all still new for him and that was an obvious reason for his nerves. He wondered why the girl was nervous, though he'd respect her privacy and not pry for more than she was willing to share. After all, they were still complete strangers.

"I'm Harley, Jukes," he looked over at Helena. "Nice meeting you too." For a moment he observed the girl; she seemed to be feeling a tad better. Or at least her complexion appeared to be returning to normal which was a good start.

Not wanting to disturb her too much, Harley returned to his food but not before taking a quick glance at the other tables. What determined which house they were all sorted into? He wondered, finding it difficult to get his head around it. Everyone was just randomly assigned a house in muggle schools and that was it. No one really bothered with house pride and the like.

"What makes someone a Hufflepuff?" he asked, abruptly turning to Helena with a puzzled look. "I mean, I just don't get it. Why am I here and not at one of the other tables?" His tone was filled with confusion, though it didn't come from discontent or bitterness, but more from a yearning to understand.

Interacting: @Helena Rose ‎

Glossary Me sen = Myself

hi

are you okey?

are you happy you got sorted into hufflepuff?

Why not?