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The food vanishes and we are told to go to our dormitories. Mass amounts of students stand and head out the same door. Some yelling, other conversing, but all following there respective house colors. I look to my left and the boy I sat with on the train, Otwil; I think his name was, jumped out at me. I watch him as he follows a sea of blue and bronze, conversing with others in his house. As I pull my gaze past the new Ravenclaws, I find the sea of green and silver and the boy I watched be sorted into that house, the "pureblood", following a slightly larger slightly older looking version of himself as he tries to converse with his elder twin.

"THIS WAY HUFFLEPUFF" I hear a voice yell over the crowd and it makes me snap out of my thoughts and gazing and into a slight jog to get caught up to the rest of my yellow and black wearing family. My mind starts to wander and I accidently run into the Gryffindor girl. Another Gryffindor, a brute of a girl, third year, came over and looked down at me.

"Watch yourself first year! And a Hufflepuff at that, Ha! What is a Hufflepuff anyway? It is such a useless house!"

"Excuse me Miss Felix, but it is to my knowledge your house is that way and I think you should go to it."

"Yes ma'am", the girl called Felix said as she rolled her eyes. I turn to the lady, who so easily made my new found enemy retreat, to find a sort of round yet very friendly face smiling down at me.

"Hello my dear. Welcome to Hufflepuff, I am your head of house, Professor Sprout. Run along now I will meet you all in the common room."

I look up and nod and run to catch up to my fellow house, witch now, it seems, I have found a profound since of pride toward. They all stop so suddenly I almost fall trying not to run into anyone more today. I look around to figure out why we have all stopped, to see that the only thing around us is the kitchen and a mass amount of barrels.

"Listen up everyone; you will need to know this to get into the common room. If you knock the wrong amount of times or on the wrong barrel you will be pickled. It is the middle row, second one from the bottom; you knock to the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff". Does everyone understand?" An older boy wearing my colors said to everyone in our group. There was a slight murmur of yeses and nods. The boy knocks on the right barrel five times and a huge round door appears and swings open to reveal a huge fire place and hundreds of portraits. Moving portraits! How can they me moving? I turn to the snippy boy in my house, Adam; I think, to ask.

"How can those portraits be moving?" I ask him, taking him by surprise yet again.

"Okay, look. What's your name?"

"Grace. My name is Grace Copper."

"Alrighty then Grace, my name is Adam Hoffle. You need to stop asking those types of questions. You're a muggle born right? Ya got on-magical parents?"

"Ummm yea I guess."

"Ah well that explains it. Stick with me I will help you out. So, yea the portraits, well I'm not sure why they move, but they all do so I would get used to it. My whole family went to Hogwarts what about your family? Tell me about the muggles? "

"I don't know much about my family. I don't live with them. I'm an orphan."

Everyone got quiet as the rounded Professor entered the common room.

"Hello my dears and welcome to Hufflepuff. I am your head of house, Professor Sprout. I teach Herbology. Hufflepuff is an amazing house for so many reasons, but most are unknown to anyone besides fellow Hufflepuffs. We in the Hufflepuff house have long kept secrets, for we have an extraordinary talent for finding. Tonight, my dears, you will learn those secrets."