Chapter 2: I love the Hufflepuff

Well, what a night I had. I went and got some chocolate and came back late enough so that all the girls were already asleep. Thank Merlin and Dumbledore. I did have to wake up extra early so I could shower and dress without any incidents, bloody disaster this is. I mean really I am going to spend 7 bloody years in this joint going to bed at 12 and waking at 4. I suppose I could bring the dark baggy eye look back, if it was ever here to begin with.

Oi this is just insane. Insane, insane, bloody insane. The total Slytherin conversations I've had is up to a grand bloody total of one, with Greg that is. I am too afraid to talk to the rest they might murder me. I have thoroughly over wanting to die… just want to run away maybe to Romania. I best be going down to breakfast before the rest of the Slytherin lot comes into the common room.

NO WONDER I AM NOT IN GRYFFINDOR. BLOODY COWARD I AM!

Well, breakfast was interesting. I scarfed down my bacon and eggs as fast as humanely possible and tried to make a run for it. However, I failed miserably. That bloody Greg Malfoy grabbed my arm as I was bolting for the doors and insisted I sit with him. I, of course, did not want to forfeit my one ally in my house so I grudgingly walked by his side and watched as he devoured more food than I'd ever seen a person do. We talked lightly, but I was distracted my all the beady Slytherin eyes darting towards me every few seconds… not to mention the fact that the post was coming soon and I am sure their will be a howler from every member of the Potter family.

The strangest thing is happening right now. Somebody is waving at me, and yes I'm sure it's at me because I checked behind me twice. It's someone from the Hufflepuff table to… a girl and she's walking over. I nudged Greg to show him and he said that it was Leah Longbottom… she's Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood's granddaughter Grandpa and Grandma are quite close with them. Anyway, she's walking over. I hope she won't say anything mean, especially since me and Natty seem to be on the outs now.

SHE'S ALMOST HERE. OH MERLIN AND DUMBLEDORE!

It's official. I love Leah Longbottom she is the most wonderful person ever. Look at this conversation:

Leah Longbottom: Hey, you're Ev Potter right?

Me: Er, yes that's me.

LL: Hey. It's really nice to meet you, I'm Leah Longbottom by the way.

Me: Nice to meet you too.

LL: I am in Hufflepuff.

Me: And I'm in Slytherin.

LL: I am so bloody worried what my grandparents and parents will think… bunch of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, the lot of them. Of course, I come along and BAM! I'm a Hufflepuff.

Me: Thank Merlin and Dumbledore I'm not alone. I am so scared as well, practically 8 generation of Potter's in Gryffindor and I am in Slytherin. It's so awful.

LL: That's why I came over, I want you to know you're not alone.

Me: Thanks a lot. Would you like to hang out sometime?

LL: That would be simply wonderful. (This is when Greg nudged me in the ribs to introduce him.)

Me: Sorry, my manners seem to be misplaced. This is Greg Malfoy, he's my good friend.

LL: Nice to meet you… I've heard a lot about you and your family.

Greg: Hopefully good things? (He's still nervous about his family's stained reputation.)

LL: Very good. Anyway, I must dash nice to meet you both. See you soon.

She is so nice, the conversation was almost to cliché to believe, I mean really… WHO IS THAT BLOODY NICE! Greg and I were quite dumfounded after that, she was quite an odd but very great person. Well, if there was ever a need for a dance moment it was now however, I doubt my fellow housemates know how to appreciate a dance moment. Natty does, but she is off canoodling with George Thomas… probably laughing about me. Not that I can really blame her, I am the laughingstock of the wizarding world right now, no doubt. It's probably all over the papers. POTTER IN SLYTHERIN, what a nice headline. I am going to bloody puke, Greg said I look quite green. Just showing house spirit, Greg love. Alright where is the godforsaken bathroom in this place.

I ran off to the loo to find a suitable puke place and I was watching my breakfast come back up when all off a sudden this girl came in crying. I told her I understood the need for a good cry but could she please use another stall when I noticed she was a ghost! I told her I was sorry right away but she kept bloody screaming until she got a good look at me Then she started simpering… 'oh so you're the girl they're talking about. Ev Potter? The Slytherin?' I glared at her as she giggled. I could not believe I was getting teased by a bloody ghost. It was low, I tell you low. I gave her my worst glare the one that Great Auntie Hermione taught me and ran off, which seems to be very common for me lately. I suppose its good practice though for when I run away to Romania.

THAT WAS BLOODY SCARRING I TELL YOU

Well, on a scale of 1-10 in awfulness my day was an 8. It would have been a 10 but that Leah Longbottom pushed it down. She's fab really. Greg, her, and I met up before dinner real quick and we sat in the Great Hall talking about our families and lives and such before supper started and Leah went to the Hufflepuff table. You know, she is worried about what her parents will say when they find out she is in Hufflepuff, but honest to goodness, I'd give a foot to be sitting beside her right now. Sigh, it's back to the Slytherin Dungeons of Doom tonight. Goody for me! Wish me luck diary love.

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