Hogwarts Reflections Drafts
The Head Girl walked up the corridors leading to the Hufflepuff dormitory. It had been a tiring day, mopping up messes and taking points this way and that. Indeed she had just left the detention chamber where Professor McGonagall was currently lecturing a hardly repentant Slytherin for putting a black adder inside a first year's book bag. She usually hated supervising detention since she felt sorry for the pitiful students as they plucked Audrey feathers or polish cauldron stands but this time she felt that Malcolm Baddock should be copying out of " A Thousand Herbs and Fungi" for the rest of his life.
Entering the common room entrance, she bumped into another Hufflepuff. The girl continued on without as much as a conciliatory glance. The nerve of her! Does she even know who I, Eleanor Dahl Head Girl, am? She thought angrily until she realized she was thinking very much like a Slytherin. She plopped ungraciously into the bright yellow ottoman near the hearth. Yes, can't act like that. No, I should be just, loyal, and unafraid of toil. I cannot stuff anyone's face down the loo or purposefully trip any student. No, only nice sweet Hufflepuff actions like helping ickle firsties in Potions or smiling cheerily as your life falls apart. Brilliant absolutely brilliant.
Ellie was in a mood that was for sure. She was feeling very underappreciated, after all the things she had done to help Hogwarts become a better place. Did people thank her when she made the kitchens accessible to every student? No. How about the time she saved the Ravenclaw Chaser from cracking his skull on the Quidditch post thus preventing Filch from scraping brains off for days? Or for the new brooms? The first map of Hogwarts? No no no! Perhaps she was being to idealistic, overestimating people's characters.
Eleanor wanted to stand up, scream her lungs out and demand attention and sufficient praise. She wanted everyone else to go, " Why thank you, dear Ellie, for your marvellous contributions to society. You deserve an Order of Merlin." She wanted to be given cards and presents and all that jazz. But she knew such things were close to impossible.
" Oy Eleanor! What are the uses of mandrake and belladonna? Are they even useful?"
She looked up and saw a fifth year sitting on the table, surrounded by piles of parchment and thick books. He seemed as if he would perish in some slow torturous way which he would since that slimy git Snape was his professor that year. Ellie sighed deeply and walked over to see the boy's work so far.
She smiled and said, " Oh sure, Owen. No problem. Now, the thing you need to remember is."
And it went on.
The Head Girl walked up the corridors leading to the Hufflepuff dormitory. It had been a tiring day, mopping up messes and taking points this way and that. Indeed she had just left the detention chamber where Professor McGonagall was currently lecturing a hardly repentant Slytherin for putting a black adder inside a first year's book bag. She usually hated supervising detention since she felt sorry for the pitiful students as they plucked Audrey feathers or polish cauldron stands but this time she felt that Malcolm Baddock should be copying out of " A Thousand Herbs and Fungi" for the rest of his life.
Entering the common room entrance, she bumped into another Hufflepuff. The girl continued on without as much as a conciliatory glance. The nerve of her! Does she even know who I, Eleanor Dahl Head Girl, am? She thought angrily until she realized she was thinking very much like a Slytherin. She plopped ungraciously into the bright yellow ottoman near the hearth. Yes, can't act like that. No, I should be just, loyal, and unafraid of toil. I cannot stuff anyone's face down the loo or purposefully trip any student. No, only nice sweet Hufflepuff actions like helping ickle firsties in Potions or smiling cheerily as your life falls apart. Brilliant absolutely brilliant.
Ellie was in a mood that was for sure. She was feeling very underappreciated, after all the things she had done to help Hogwarts become a better place. Did people thank her when she made the kitchens accessible to every student? No. How about the time she saved the Ravenclaw Chaser from cracking his skull on the Quidditch post thus preventing Filch from scraping brains off for days? Or for the new brooms? The first map of Hogwarts? No no no! Perhaps she was being to idealistic, overestimating people's characters.
Eleanor wanted to stand up, scream her lungs out and demand attention and sufficient praise. She wanted everyone else to go, " Why thank you, dear Ellie, for your marvellous contributions to society. You deserve an Order of Merlin." She wanted to be given cards and presents and all that jazz. But she knew such things were close to impossible.
" Oy Eleanor! What are the uses of mandrake and belladonna? Are they even useful?"
She looked up and saw a fifth year sitting on the table, surrounded by piles of parchment and thick books. He seemed as if he would perish in some slow torturous way which he would since that slimy git Snape was his professor that year. Ellie sighed deeply and walked over to see the boy's work so far.
She smiled and said, " Oh sure, Owen. No problem. Now, the thing you need to remember is."
And it went on.