I am really, really bored. So...rambles of a fourteen year old, I guess.
Helga watched her two old friends sadly. They were leaning towards each other, glaring, snarling, fighting. It seemed that that was all they did these days – fight, bicker needlessly. Like children. Was she the only one who remembered how it had been? The days that felt so long ago, the days when Godric and Salazar had been the best of friends?
How quickly things change, she mused, watching, unable to tear her eyes away, as the two men stormed in opposite directions. Five years ago, no one would have expected this. How did it all change?
Helga knew the answer to that, of course. It had been a series of events. A few disagreements that had escalated until the four friends had difficulty spending time together without an argument. It had all begun twenty years ago.
She turned, hurrying toward her office.
Atop the desk, lay a cup, engraved with a badger, and a diary, its cover well worn. It was the diary to which Helga gave her attention. She took it in her hands, gazing down at it for a moment before she finally opened it. Her name was written on the inside cover: Helga Hufflepuff.
Her eyes drifted to the first page. It was covered with her writing. The diary had once been neat, but time had smudged the ink, making her writing nearly indecipherable.
Suddenly tired, Helga collapsed into her chair, the diary rested atop her lap. She had a great deal of work to complete, but it could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, she would reflect.