AN: Eeep, trying something new here and decided to write a little, light friendship perhaps something more between Helga and Godric. Written for Ralinde's Pairing Diversity Boot Camp to the prompt of purple

My Dearest Hufflepuff:

The last of the students left the classroom, eager to spend the rest of the afternoon in the sun. Helga only smiled as she watched them leave before turning to the board behind her. Waving her wand, she cleared it of the lesson she had just been teaching the students of hers that were in their third year and replaced it with a more advanced one for the ones that had been with her for six years now.

"Professor Hufflepuff?" A timid voice asked from the door.

Looking over her shoulder, the witch saw one of the newest students of Gryffindor at the door. The young wizard had a mop of dark hair sitting upon his head and was dressed in the garbs that the four founders had agreed upon, only in the scarlet color for Gryffindor house. In his hands he clutched something close to his chest. "What is it, my dear?"

"I...I have something for you." His hand moved out from his chest, holding out what appeared to be purple carnations, her favorite flower.

A small smile appeared on her lips as she waved her wand, a vase setting down on one of the desks. She reached out and took the purple bouquet from the student and set them in the vase. "Is that all?"

The boy shook his head and reached into the pocket of his robes, presenting a folded piece of parchment. "There is this as well."

She nodded and took the parchment from him. "Thank you, my dear."

The student from Godric's house only nodded, before turning on his heels and scampering off to go find a few of his friends.

As he left, she turned back to the parchment and unfolded it, reading it over.

My Dearest Hufflepuff,

You once mentioned that these purple flowers grew in the meadows laying just outside of your village in which you lived. I thought you could use some to brighten up your classroom this upcoming winter.

Yours,

Godric Gryffindor

As she reread the letter, she couldn't help but smile. For the past few years, the two of them seemed to having some sort of courting ritual, the two of them passing gifts back and forth, as though they were young. It was all in good fun, something between friends.

Something began to gnaw at her mind, something that made her want it to be more than just friends. The thought was gone as quick as it came for she wasn't a young witch anymore and couldn't spend such time on those thoughts.

She sat down at her desk and she began to prepare a letter of thanks and the sunlight poured through the windows, hitting the purple carnations just right, looking brighter than before. Maybe so bright to give one a light of hope, that maybe there was an inkling of a chance that it could be more.