The three of them ended up sitting up and talking for hours, each one talking about themselves more than each had expected.

June's a half blood who hates her mother. Her father a wizard who isn't very interested in his own life, and her mother looks like her twin.
"They named me June because they decided it'd be fun to name me after the month I was born. I was due in August, which is my mum's name. But I was born in June...It bugs me how much I look like my mum, same straight brown hair, same brown eyes. I think my mum would be happier if she had a mirror instead of a daughter."

Amber is a rebel. The way her hair was blond instead of the family brunette, her eyes amber instead of honey, and her being on the tall side.
"The way I look , and the way I'm not very Hufflepuff is rebellious to my family. I'm fifth generation in this house, and every cousin and aunt and uncle, Hufflepuff. And I mean Hufflepuff. I've started losing it. I mean, think about it. If a Gryffindor is surrounded by uber brave people for long enough, he starts being less brave because there's no need for him to be brave. So he becomes a coward. It doesn't matter. Everyone else is around to pick up the slack."

Violet doesn't really know what she is.

"I'm adopted, which wouldn't be so bad if my mum weren't dead. She's the one that wanted me, and named me. My dad told me that I got my name because my eyes, as you can tell are dark blue, but when I was a baby they were a purplish color, and no one wants a baby name Purplish...she died when I was three, my mum. Car accident. My parents are muggles. Both were professors, well my dad still is. I think he's in a college in California, but I'm not sure...Maybe things wouldn't be so hard if I looked like him, but I don't. He's short, I'm tall. He's blond, I have this crazy wild, black hair. His eyes are green, mine aren't even close. I'm pale, he's tan...But I think it'd be easiest if my mum hadn't died."

The three stayed on lighter topics for the rest of the night. They just talked and talked, not really caring about who said what.

Before anyone even thought of going to sleep it was three in the morning. The only reason they even noticed was because fellow seventh year Matt Mahoney shuffled out of his dorm, half asleep and started going towards the door.
"Hey Matt, you're leaving." Amber called to the boy, and he turned his ruffled, sleepy head to look at the three.

"I gotta get jell-o." he mumbled.

"Oh, okay. Why?" Violet asked.

"Bree wants jell-o." Bree being his sixth year girlfriend who everyone swore was perfect for him.

"Why does Bree want jell-o at--three in the morning?" June asked, looking at her watch.

"Dunno, pregnant girls are crazy." Matt continued shuffling and made his way out of the commonroom, finally.

"Wow. There is a lot going on in this house that I have never noticed." Amber commented, rather satisfied with this new information.
"I don't think Matt knows that he just told us Bree's pregnant." Violet decided.

June's mouth was still hanging open from what she just heard. She and Bree studied together.

"But..Bree's not a slut." she finally managed to mutter.
"Well, no one said she was..." Amber pointed out, slightly confused.
"But she's pregnant!" June retaliated.
"And that makes her a slut? If I ever find my birth mum I'll be sure to tell her that, June." Violet told the still bewildered June.
"That's not what I mean!" June tried to defend herself.
"Then what do you mean?" Violet asked, almost daring the girl.

"I--I mean, I mean that-"
"Uh oh, it sounds like somone's been bitten with the ignorance bug!" Amber spoke as if she were talking to a toddler.

Violet and Amber laughed. June pondered. She never laughed much.

Ten minutes later Matt shuffled back in with a rather large plate of blue jell-o accompying him. His naturally messy chesnut hair worse than usual, his blue eyes hiding behind his lopsided glasses.

"Welcome back, Matt." Violet called to him.

"I'm back..." Matt mumbled, not really processing what Violet had said to him.

"Hope your pregnant girlfriend likes the jell-o." Amber smirked. Secrets always made her smirk.

With the shock of what he heard, Matt almost dropped the large plate of jell-o.

"Did I tell you?" he hissed.

The three nodded, Amber still smirking.

"Are you sure I told you?"Matt's face went to sheer panic as he asked.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure." Violet noted.

"What am I gonna do!" Matt cried as he put the plate down rather forcefully and sat down with the three. "I mean, I don't know if I can handle being a dad, and Bree has another year of school after this! I used to think that abortion was just so wrong, but from this side, everything's different!"

"As an adopted child, may I reccomend adoption. But, don't choose a family where the mother dies." Violet chimed in.

"The thing is," Matt continued not acknowleding Violet at all, "getting rid of it, the baby, in anyway seems...unreasonable. I mean, both our familys have money, we could get nannies or something..."

"Or just suck it up and raise a kid." Amber snorted. She had had nannies growing up and had never been too fond.
"Just be a parent." June decided.

"Oh, yeah that's gonna be real easy. I can see it now, Bree going to school for her last year and me livingclose, raising a baby best I can. Yes, I can see how this will all end up. Who's willing to help a teen parent? Honestly." Matt huffed.

"Ooh!" Violet raised her hand, obviously willing to help. "I love little kids. I always hated being an only child."

Matt's face went to horror.
"What?" Violet was slightly offended, but mainly hurt at his expression.

"The only people willing to help are weird!" he half sobbed.

"Take your precious jell-o to Bree while you still have arms, boy." Violet growled. Matt quickly obliged, scurrying up to the boy's dorm.

"So that's where Bree sleeps." Amber commented, watching as the boy left.

The Hufflepuff commonroom is very different than that of the other houses, but nobody knows that. Instead of it being rather old fashioned, or plush and sofisticated, but it was more like a living room. The fire place isn't overbearing, a little on the small side. The walls wasn't the house colors, but a sort of off white color, covered in pictures. The couches slightly worn and mismatched, but so comftorable that no one really cared. Mismatched and casual. A good way to describe the commonroom and the people who reside there. Even the way into the common room was different, instead of going through a portrait the door to the commonroom appeared when they said the password when they said the password and pulled a leaf from an enchanted fern. Yes, fern. Undoubteldy Sprout's idea.

By four in the morning all three girls were in bed spleeping. It was amazing to think that these three had never really talked despite sharing a room for the past few years.

The trio missed breakfast the next mornining which might be a very good thing.

"Well, so far Hufflepuff hasn't even come close to a problem." McGonagall pointed out, her tone rather close to being smug.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Sprout asked rather sharply.
"It means that your house has no nerve." Snape droned.
Then a full blown arguement broke out, Sprout claiming her house could do more damage than any of the others expected, the other professors disagreeing.

"I bet there won't even be anything close to a need for punishing any Hufflepuffs before the year is over." Madame Hootch declared.
"And what about the fight yesterday?" Sprout questioned.
"Fluke." McGonagall decided.

And another arguement broke out. By the time breakfast had ended, there were bets between all the faculty, betting against each other on who would be the first to punish and when. No one wanted to be the first to crack, so it became quite obvious no one would punish any Hufflepuff.

All of them silently decided the best way to resist temptation was just to ignore the house altogether, minus Sprout, of course.

No professor considered that ignoring an entire house as much as possible would be a bad idea.

The few Hufflepuffs who overheard didn't think it would be much of a stretch for any of them.

A/N: This, of course, is the section where I thank the reviewers.

Thanks, reviewers.