The Hufflepuff Table 2024-2025 - page 2 - Great Hall

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Lillith Vexley

Second year, Hufflepuff

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6 Mar 2025, 11:56

Lillith Vexley

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───── Short sigh escaped her pink lips, her hazel eyes taking a glance upon the massive numbers of students clapping her way, though mainly coming from the students with the yellow badged black robe. The sorting hat above her was lifted by the Headmaster, along with her own body that risen from the seat. "Huffle... puff." She repeated, the word puff was exhaled when she... puffed. After a few seconds of realization, a beam smile appeared on her face as Lillith turned towards the table. Hyped, she skipped on towards the table to greet his fellow housemates. It seemed like the house Hufflepuff was going to be her home for throughout her school years.

Another name was called to the Sorting Hat but Lillith paid no attention to it at the moment, as she focused on getting herself towards the empty seat. For now, she searched for those First Year students the same as her, her eyes glancing around the faces of her fellow housemates. Some of them offered a seat to her, but she would give them a nod with a smile as she went down to find herself with fellow first years. Assuming by the size of them, she seemed to found the group and she settled down with a couple of gentle claps for herself and a small celebratory "Yay." from herself.

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John Melton

First year, Hufflepuff

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17 Mar 2025, 20:44

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It had been a few days since the Sorting Ceremony..but I still thought about that day

..it was strange and I would never forget it..the Hufflepuffs were kind and fair..was it me? I was sure I was here..but there are always exceptions..aren't there?Clichés are nonsense..who says all Slytherins are bad or all Gryffindors are brave or all Ravenclaws are smart?That's stupid..

but it was interesting that we didn't have a single dark wizard. And I love breaking rules..

And these past few days, thoughts of revenge had marred my kindness. Nowhere in the world were kind people taken seriously. Maybe it was because few people cared about Hufflepuff. Maybe it was because I hadn't found a friend yet. But sometimes you have to prove something wrong. What if I become a dark wizard? What if I become the first dark wizard of Hufflepuff. Then my name would be recorded in all history. A strange smile came to my lips with these thoughts.

But what does it take to be a Dark wizard? A Dark mark on my hand? No no..I need to be more creative and independent..A Dark wizard who is the worst of all..As befits a Hufflepuff..

I shook my head..these thoughts were shameful..I cursed myself.

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But the images were still in my head.. John Melton, the first dark wizard in history in Hufflepuff

The theme was hope,
something more sacred than life.

Noah Wells

Second year, Hufflepuff

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20 Mar 2025, 01:20

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September 1st, 2024

Noah finally felt a bit of contentment as he joined his table. A sigh of relief left his mouth and his shoulders fell. The group at the table made it simple to feel at ease with them. It wasn’t long until the plates in front of them magically appeared with food on them.

There was so much food and with Noah’s knots in his stomach coming undone he realized he was actually hungry! He started grabbing at the feast in front of him following suit with everyone else at the table. Older students put things on his plate saying “You have to try this!” And “Oh and put these two together, you might think they go together, but trust us, they do!”

For the first time Noah felt he belonged here. No one even mentioned blood status or anything. He ate so much he thought he would burst. Then, desserts appeared on the table. Just like before older students piled his plate, despite Noah claiming he did not think he could eat another bite. “Nonsense, desserts go in the spare stomach, Noah!”

After the meal everyone got up to head to their respective house dorms. Noah followed and thankfully they did not have to travel too far to get to the Hufflepuff Common room.

Keira License

First year, Hufflepuff

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10 Apr 2025, 14:18

After hearing the sorting hat that gave the official house name to me, i felt abit unsure because i had hesitated in my mind that i was going to be ravenclaw since i love the mystical flying creatures that soar through the sky. Then i put into consideration what the sorting hat told me and thats when i got put in HufflePuff.

So as time went by and i had made my way to the table that had some others from which was in the queue that had been sorted by the hat sitting nearby. I then felt unsure that they wouldn't appreciate me, but then i over heard a girl that caught my eye which got classed as HufflePuff and i let her sit next to me. She was a first year too and had a pretty confident look about herself, which made me feel a bit better because i knew that she would try and make this year the best.

I had a look of dispare on my face towards her but she wondered why and we got chatting. It was a lovely girly chat and we got along weither we become friends within time would tell because i pick my friends and hope to finally when we see where we are staying to finally make a friend that is like me and will help each other when struggling.

To summon the ceremony up i think i might grow to like HufflePuff and try to do my best for the year that lies ahead. FYI the food at the ceremony was perfect and i never knew how beautiful the inside of this place was until i sat down.

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Alina Carnell

Third year, Duellist, Hufflepuff

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13 Apr 2025, 04:37

"Better be, Hufflepuff." The professor removes the sorting hat, and Alina brushes through her hair, straightening it and pushing her glasses up.

Alina's a muggle-born, it's not like she has any stake in houses, there's no family lineage to uphold, no honor to grant. But, at the same time, it's not like the rumors weren't present around her. That Hufflepuff were the 'extras', those that were not talented enough to find themselves in another house. She moves without thinking, her robes transfiguring into that of yellow and black, that her prejudice is exactly the type of thing she should be trying to avoid, and that she should be encouraging other people to avoid.

But, that's the thing right, society needs the people that make up the foundation. Alina was never one to shine in the spotlight, but at the same time, it's clear of her foundational support in the world around her. That's how you surprise people---by being the one no one expects.

So why mourn what will never happen? Her house home is Hufflepuff. In an attempt to bid off disappointment-- there is a reason for everything. You are where you are supposed to be. If magic is real, maybe fate is too. Who knows?

She slides into a seat beside some of the other first-years, trying to work up the courage to introduce herself. This is the true beginning of the next chapter of her life. That's for sure.

Anna Lincoln

First year, Hufflepuff

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30 Apr 2025, 05:43

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Location : Hufflepuff Table | The Great Hall

Date : September 1st, 2024

Time : Evening

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She settled into her seat at Hufflepuff table, her heart still settling down from the nervous excitement of it all. She looked around at the other tables and her own, the large crowd of students all in one place nearly overwhelming. She was just thankful nobody was looking at her anymore. She watched as the ceremony ceremony continued, clapping politely when students were sorted into other houses and (like others in her house) clapping just a little harder when they were sorted into Hufflepuff.

She couldn't wait to contact her parents and let them know. She wished she would be able to call them and tell them she made it safely, but as she'd been told before, electronics didn't work at Hogwarts, so she'd have to hope perhaps her parents got word of her safe travels already.

As soon as the sorting ceremony had ended, and the remaining announcements had been made, she blinked and was caught off guard when the tables all suddenly filled with mountains of food. Her mouth dropped open, eyeing the vast array of delicacies. The Great Hall filled with chatter, students speaking on their excitement for classes, their houses, upcoming Quidditch matches and the like.

Anna however, made her plate her main focus. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now. She noticed an array of pies before her and decided on it alongside what she'd heard was called pumpkin juice. Though she normally stuck to water or the occasional coke, she decided she could perhaps try something new tonight. So she took a small sip of the pumpkin juice...and found herself pleasantly surprised. Deciding to stick to it, she dug into her shephards pie and began to feast.

Magnolia Laurellion

Second year, Hufflepuff

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13 May 2025, 07:50

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Magnolia, right after being sorted into Hufflepuff, bashfully grinned at her fellow Hufflepuffs as she did her best to slide into an open spot on the bench of the Hufflepuff table. All of the nerves she had before somehow had faded, only remaining as a distant pulse in her soul as the warmth of the others and their welcomes fueled her lopsided grin. Maybe she did belong here with the other Hufflepuffs, seeing how nice they all were. And the Sorting Hat had mentioned how it didn't doubt it's choice in placing her here, so it must have seen something...

And as the moment to celebrate her passed and the Sorting Hat was placed on another's head, Magnolia focused on the warm feeling that was settling itself in her heart. Instead of her previous anxiety, her excitement and anticipation for the year practically pounded in her head now. She certainly had to send her moms a message about this school. How, exactly, she would figure out, since she wasn't allowed to bring any form of electronics to Hogwarts...

Her stomach rumbled with an embarrassing, low growl, and Maggie was reminded how hungry she was earlier, seeing the piles of food when she first entered the Great Hall. Magnolia eyed the table in front of her as best as she could, seeing how the table itself was hard to see under the absolutely massive spread of food that lay on top of it. Not that she was complaining. Not at all...

She leaned forward, grabbing some buttery dinner rolls to start, knowing darn well that her stomach would be filled by the end of the dinner.

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Aurette Clarke

First year, Hufflepuff

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15 May 2025, 03:30

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When Aurette sat in the Hufflepuff table, she felt a surge of emotions in her mind, excitement, happiness, worry, and especially the urge to make new friends. It was like the day her social anxiety disappeared...

3 years ago...

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As the Clarkes stood at the door of their new house. Aurette couldn't help but feel emotional when she was saying goodbye to her friends a few hours ago. Are you sure we can't just stay there? , she asked their mom hopefully when their father was unlocking the door, Mae, you know we can't, now that you're getting older, we're getting a lot busier too , said her mum calmly. You'll make friends, you're very social, aren't you?, assured Aster, her little brother, but Aurette didn't know how to answer him so she just smiled hopefully and said, Maybe...

But today was on a whole new level. Her social anxiety just surged to the max, she didn't even know how to address her prefect, she felt as though she was fish out of water, which is a phrase she heard from a muggle. But this is Hogwarts and you've been sorted as a Hufflepuff for a reason, she thought, and maybe, just maybe, you'll make a lot of friends here.

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Elm Walker

Second year, Hufflepuff

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14 Jun 2025, 17:29

@Amelia Lerelle
After discovering his house, Elm practically floated to the large, wooden table. Sure, he was not in Gryffindor, like Maple. Yes, he was not in Ravenclaw, like both his parents. But hey, at least he was not in Slytherin! He was completely certain if he had somehow landed Slytherin, that his Mum would not speak to him for awhile. But Hufflepuff? They were respectable, kind, honest, hardworking...All traits Elm soon hoped to gain if he did not possess them already.

Once seated, he filled his plate with the delicious array of food, pastries, and desserts about him; however, he was careful to only take as much as he could stomach. The food looked very good and smelled even better, yet, the boy was more intrigued by an interesting conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table. This "conversation" quickly turned into loud ruckus, before being shut down by a very tired prefect, with circles under his eyes.

"It's probably due to dealing with the loudest house every day." Elm thought to himself, stifling a snigger. Lifting an eyebrow as high as he could, he glanced over at Maple, who in turn, did the same. Moments later, Maple started choking on his drink in laughter, hand tapping his house table, attempting to overcome the fit. Elm grinned and took a nibble of a golden snitch cake-pop. Stunned by the sweet flavor, he could not help but turn to a girl, who he was unwittingly sitting next to, and offer her one from the silver platter. "You should try these! They're...they're..." He paused, searching for the right word. "Luscious!"

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Amelia Lerelle

Third year, Hufflepuff

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22 Jun 2025, 00:51

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Setting: At the Hufflepuff Table in the Great Hall.
Time: Evening.
Outfit: A neat looking Hogwarts uniform with hair out.

A huge smile lit up Amelia’s face as she stepped down from the stool to her new house table. Hufflepuff. A place where kindness and loyalty met with determination. Somehow this moment was far better than she had ever imagined. Perhaps it was the relief of no longer waiting for the Sorting Hat to decide her future, alongside the knowledge that she belonged somewhere and the unexpected feeling that she had been sorted into the right place.

With her blue eyes twinkling like the many stars in the enchanted ceiling above her head, Amelia made her way to the Hufflepuff table and took a seat. As she watched the sorting, the previous feeling of terror completely disappeared and she focused on taking in the other first years. Her potential friends. Amelia’s face fell for a moment when she realised that Piper and Graci, the girls from the Hogwarts Express, had been sorted into different houses.

It was after the last name on the Headmaster’s lengthy parchment had been read out that Amelia’s true fun at the table began. As delicious smells mingled with the most appetizing foods one could imagine, Amelia took a moment taking it all in. This was something she had to remember. After resisting the temptation for almost ten seconds, she placed a pie alongside a couple of other delicious looking delicacies on her plate.

It was as Amelia took a rather large bite of a Pumpkin Pastie that the boy seated next to her, whom she hadn’t noticed before spoke, offering her a sweet. There was something about the ginger haired boy’s relaxed, forwardness that made Amelia smile. “Oh, sure, thanks!” Amelia said quickly chewing her food down, wanting to be polite by accepting the boy’s offer. She carefully took one off the plate and popping it into her mouth. The delicious taste mixed unnaturally well with the savory pie she had just eaten.

“Oh, they are good” Amelia laughed. She assumed that was along the lines of what luscious meant. Hopefully he hasn’t said that they are awful, Amelia thought with amusement to herself. No, no, she was fairly sure luscious was a positive.

Wanting to keep their conversation going she added in a somewhat awkwardly toned, “I’m Amelia. Amelia Lerelle. Are you an, uh, first year too?” Amelia waited for his response, her gentle blue eyes looking directly towards boy. It was this moment, this response, that would determine Amelia’s experience at the Hufflepuff table.

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