IV. Hufflepuff
"Theo, I've got something to tell you," Blaise mumbled, his cheeks going scarlet. "And it's not something I've told anyone before… so promise me you won't use it against me, ok?"
Theodore said nothing; he wasn't going to make promises he couldn't keep.
Blaise went a deeper shade of red and Theodore found himself smirking.
"So what's this secret then? You've been sleeping with a Hufflepuff?"
"No!" Blaise yelped, outraged. "I haven't been sleeping with anyone."
"Liar," Theodore snorted. "I know full well that you have."
"Look, that's not what I wanted to discuss, ok?" Blaise sighed. "I just wanted to ask… when you were Sorted, did the Hat give you a choice?"
"Of course not," Theodore said. "You've been reading a load of rubbish again, haven't you?"
"I guess it's just me then," Blaise said at last. "What would you say if I told you that the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw?"
"I'd say you were lying," Theodore replied. "You're just as much a Slytherin as I am."
