A/N: This chapter's pretty much for Abandoned Playground. Because she is my bestest.

Monday morning at breakfast was mail time. Swarms of owls came in, a few howlers for Hufflepuff, but those were pretty much ignored.

Violet got a letter for the first time since her second year. She sat there and frowned at it.

"Why don't you just open it?" Matt mumbled from his oatmeal, still exhausted.
"The last time I got a letter, it was from my father. My cat had just died." she explained still frowning.

At the front of the Great Hall Dumbledore stood up, a grumbling Filch next to him.

"Students, it seems that Filch's light went missing on Saturday. Any information that could lead to the reunion of Filch and his light would be greatly appreciated." Dumbledore didn't seem all that interested as he spoke.
"No need to talk to the whole school, I know who did it!" Filch snapped.
"You don't know who exactly, you only saw someone run." Dumbledore reminded.
"Yeh, run to their commonroom!" Filch thrusted his arm out at Gryffindor.

The school broke out in murmurs.

"If it was anyone it was Hufflepuff! They do everything wrong!" Ron shouted angriyly.
"Oh, that's convenient." Violet hissed, standing up. "Something's gone wrong, it looks like Gryffindor's at fault, no, wait, it must be someone else! There's no chance that they did something and want to blame us."
"She's right. I'm searchin' their rooms." Filch decided.
"Don't forget their clothes! One of them might have shrunk it so that no one would see it in their room." Amber volunteered.

The entire Gryffindor house gazed at the grinning Hufflepuff house with expressions of shock, horror and disgust.

"They're right, I'm checkin' 'em. In the hall, all of yas." Filch ordered.

The Gryffindors looked to Dumbledore for help.

"Sorry, but this is Filch's light and his search." Dumbledore's eyes almost twinkled with amusement.

The entire house of Gryffindor filed out, heads down or eyes full of rage.

"Why can't Filch just use magic to get his lamp?" June asked, obviously confused.
"He's a squib." Amber reminded.
"And stubborn." Violet threw in. "I'm going to Hogsmeade after class, anyone want to come?"
"You can't go, it's Monday!" June insisted.

"Cool. Why are you going?" Amber asked completely ignoring June.

"My dad had something sent, which is weird. He's a muggle...but he says he knows I'll love it." Violet explained.
"You seem suspicous."June accused.

Violet was already too lost in her own mind to respond.

During every class each Hufflepuff student was ignored. Even Herbology where their own head of house was teaching. Ignored. The new DADA, a small, mousey woman, Professor Redmond, stopped checking roll in any sort of way. Hufflepuff started hating her the most.

It wasn't even talked about, they just all did. This small, mousey woman would have to suffer through every class with Hufflepuff.

The first years were the meanest to her. One found a way to enchant her desk to dump itself over at random.

But still, the professor wouldn't even look at the students.

This treatment was pretty much the same in all the other classes.

It was at dinner when Violet finally decided it was time to leave.

"How are you going to go!" June hissed at her, keeping her voice low as if she would have gotten in trouble.
"I have these wonderful contraptions, which are commonly seen in the muggle world, called legs. I was considering using them to walk." Violet told her, speaking down to the girl.
"I wish I could go." Amber mumbled into her potato.
"Why can't you?" June inquired.
"A few Gryffindors recognize me from the Filch incident and keep trying to get back at me. Apparently I'm not as scary as Violet, if that's plausible." Amber explained.

"What do you mean I'm scary?" Violet insisted.
"Oh, you're not scary. To us, at least. Unstable is a better word for it." June explained rather matter of factly.
"Oh, that's great. Thanks, June. I feel just peachy now. If you need me, I'll be out of reach for as along as I damn well feel like." Violet fumed as she got up and left.

"Well, that's not exactly what you were going for, was it?" Amber asked, watching the girl go.

None of the teachers noticed the student leave. Or, if they did, they didn't care.

Violet didn't come home till late. June and Amber had of course stayed up.

"Where've you been!" June demanded as soon as Violet made it through the door to the commonroom.

"Look!" Violet cooed, thrusting her hand in the faces of both.
"It's an address." Amber said, rather flatly.
"To a party." Violet continued cooing.
"For?"
"Just a party. We're going. It's a muggle party. Next Friday. At the address on the hand." Violet informed.

"Is this written in permanent marker?" June inquired, inspecting the hand.
"I hope so. I want it tattooed on." Violet gushed, clutching her hand to her heart.
"So he was nice to look at?" Amber asked, raising her eyebrows.

"He was gorgeous!" Violet threw her head back, remember the guy who had written on her hand.
"And he's the reason you're here so late?" June asked, her eyebrows staying in place.

"I had to make sure he was legit!" Violet argued."And?" June demanded.
"He has a tongue ring!" Violet gushed. She then wandered towards her bed.
"That doesn't answer my question!" June insisted.
"No, but it answers mine." Amber purred, following Violet towards her own bed.

June followed towards the dorm.

"Wait a second!" June called out, grabbing Violet out of her bed."What?" Violet was surprisingly calm for someone being pulled out of bed.
"You went to get something! From your father, remember?" June insisted.
"I put it down when I came in. Didn't you see?" Violet droned.

June hurumphed and went back to the commonroom.

"What is it?" Amber asked, following June.
"I can't see anything..."
"If she put it down when she came in, look by the door. Duh."
"Oh, right..."
"Jeez, June, what would you do without me?"

"It's a cat."
"That does not answer my question, unless-"
"No, I mean it's a cat. A kitten." June held the small, mewing cat up so that Amber could see it.

"Oh, gods..." Amber put her face in her hands."What? I think it's nice that her dad gave her a cat..."
"No, didn't you hear her at breakfast? The last time her dad wrote her a letter it was because her cat had just died. And now he's sending her a cat. Think about it." Amber tried to explain.
"I still don't see that as a bad thing." June insisted, caring the kitten towards the dorms.

A/N: Y'know what? Review if you want. I can tell if people are actually reading, that's all I need.

Well, that's not all I need. And I certainly would love feedback. But oh well.