She thought the other woman couldn't see her tears after dinner. she thought the fairer lady didn't notice her pulling so tightly on her stays that she couldn't breathe, hoping that, maybe today, he'd notice her. Helga had never been a small girl, she was well rounded from the time she was a little girl in Wales. It was simply who she was. She dreamed that she could wake up with a waist as small as Rowena's. She mourned every too-small dress she burned so the house elves wouldn't see how many dresses she split. Helga Hufflepuff was the kind one, but she wasn't naive. Every morning before her first Charms lesson of the day she's stand before the mirror in the teacher's bathroom, tugging on the laces of her corset until she couldn't breathe. Rowena would watch, knowing very well who it was for. But she'd never say anything to either of them. Rowena Ravenclaw knew when to keep her mouth shut, and no one else in the castle knew how exactly helga Hufflepuff felt about a certian Godric Gryffindor.