6 Founders?
Long ago, Hogwarts was founded. Six houses were formed; four remain. Let's look, if you even beleive me..... Nikkey Nimbus woke up early one morning, too exited to stay asleep. She walked down the hall of Hogwarts over to Helga Hufflepuff's dormitory and tapped the painting of a smurf-like elf ("Grrr....... Proffessor Nimbus! Why must you always wake us folk up?!" cried the elf, still yawning slightly. He reluctantly opened the portrait hole.) "Wake up? Or am I to late to wake you up?" called Nikkey through the left dorm door. She walked to a mirror and brushed her strawberry-brown hair and with a wave over her head her hair bunned tightly on her head. Helga stumbled, yawning, down the stairs. "Wh-why-- it's 7:00-- what-- I'm tired!" she said lazily. She yawned again and clapped her hands as the fire dissapeared and the lights slowly went on. "Now, what on Earth do you need at seven in the morning?" Grinning, Nikkey grabbed Helga's hand and put her hair just like her own and stood, still holding onto her hand, waiting. Finally, Helga's sleeping wear turned into a blue robe and Nikkey's became a red robe. "Shall we wake the other 2?" she said, her grin still lingering on her face. "What if I said no?" Helga asked rolling her eyes. "You know I only ask that to seem polite," drawled Nikkey as she pulled Helga out of the common room. She then ran down the hall dragging Helga behind her. She then hit something and fell. Who on Earth is out here? Nikkey asked herself. She looked up and saw Godric Gryffindor standing above her. He reached his hand out. "Terribly sorry Madame Nik," he said pulling her off the floor. "And you, Madame Helga," and he pulled her off too. "M- mighty-- p-please forgive-- my mistake-- see you-- sorting-- bye." And he stumbled off. Nikkey regripped Helga's hand and ran a little more carefully down the hall. She stopped and started to knock but Veriria Cerridwen opened the door and said "Sorry."
Long ago, Hogwarts was founded. Six houses were formed; four remain. Let's look, if you even beleive me..... Nikkey Nimbus woke up early one morning, too exited to stay asleep. She walked down the hall of Hogwarts over to Helga Hufflepuff's dormitory and tapped the painting of a smurf-like elf ("Grrr....... Proffessor Nimbus! Why must you always wake us folk up?!" cried the elf, still yawning slightly. He reluctantly opened the portrait hole.) "Wake up? Or am I to late to wake you up?" called Nikkey through the left dorm door. She walked to a mirror and brushed her strawberry-brown hair and with a wave over her head her hair bunned tightly on her head. Helga stumbled, yawning, down the stairs. "Wh-why-- it's 7:00-- what-- I'm tired!" she said lazily. She yawned again and clapped her hands as the fire dissapeared and the lights slowly went on. "Now, what on Earth do you need at seven in the morning?" Grinning, Nikkey grabbed Helga's hand and put her hair just like her own and stood, still holding onto her hand, waiting. Finally, Helga's sleeping wear turned into a blue robe and Nikkey's became a red robe. "Shall we wake the other 2?" she said, her grin still lingering on her face. "What if I said no?" Helga asked rolling her eyes. "You know I only ask that to seem polite," drawled Nikkey as she pulled Helga out of the common room. She then ran down the hall dragging Helga behind her. She then hit something and fell. Who on Earth is out here? Nikkey asked herself. She looked up and saw Godric Gryffindor standing above her. He reached his hand out. "Terribly sorry Madame Nik," he said pulling her off the floor. "And you, Madame Helga," and he pulled her off too. "M- mighty-- p-please forgive-- my mistake-- see you-- sorting-- bye." And he stumbled off. Nikkey regripped Helga's hand and ran a little more carefully down the hall. She stopped and started to knock but Veriria Cerridwen opened the door and said "Sorry."