"Get up! First years are about to claim your cat! Classes start in half an hour, and you're losing your cat!" Amber instructed a then sleeping Violet.
"I have a cat?" Violet mumbled into her pillow.
"You did! But that's going to change if you don't get up!" Amber hoisted Violet out of bed.

Violet stumbled for a second, but mde her way out of the dorm. She was still wearing the same clothes from last night and her hair extra wild.

"Our first years aren't all that creative." June stated, sitting in a chair reading in the commonroom, watching the kitten with one eye.

"Did they name him?" Violet's voice was still sleepy and her eyes weren't open all the way.

"As a matter of fact, they did. You! First year, c'mere." Amber instructed standing by the half asleep Violet.

A small, almost nervous looking boy stepped up.

"Please, tell the owner of the cat what you named him." Amber cooed.
"Well, you see, in my family, it's sort of tradition to name pets after their favorite toys, and um-"
"Just tell her." Amber snapped, cutting the boy off.
"Shoe Strings. I named him Shoe Strings." he quickly told them and then scurried back to his friends.

"What do you think of that?" Amber asked the still almost asleep Violet.
"Am I wearing shoes?" Violet asked no one in particular, and then shuffled off to the showers, with her question still in the air.

Violet was late to her first class.

"What took you so long?" June insisted, looking at the tardy student as if she was the teacher.
"Look at my foot! This cat is wickedly insane!" Violet insisted, pointing at her left foot.

There he was, Shoe Strings. He really was a lovely little cat, a brown tabby with big eyes. Who had attached his small self to her shoe and was trying to consume her shoe laces while she was still wearing them.

"That's funny!" Amber insisted as she laughed.

Violet spent the rest of class trying to shake the small cat off her foot. And the next, and then next, until the class day was over.

The next day Violet carried the small animal everywhere.

"Because the moment I put him down, he'll get right back on my shoe." she explained in a rather annoyed tone to several people.

Violet and the other Hufflepuffs were rather calm for their morning classes, until right before lunch.

Potions.

It was no secret that Snape and Hufflepuff were not a all best friends. Snape found them to be too weak, and they found him to be too mean.

It was only natural that in this class Violet and Amber felt the need to play catch after making a potion. They made a good potion, meant for curing some type of bite. If they had picked up on the hints, for a creature Hagrid was planning on showing in the next few weeks.

So Snape casually asked them to stay after class, the first acknowledgement in that class of Hufflepuff for awhile.

And he then casually asked them to come after class that evening to scrub cauldrons.

"That's detention!" Violet pointed out.
"No, it's requesting a favor." Snape argued.
"Then no!" Amber told him.
"You can't say no!" Snape told her back.
"Oh, yes we can, it's just a favor!" Violet pointed out.
"This is not a favor that you can say no to!" Snape's voice started rising as he spoke.

The color in Amber's face drained, while Violet remained calm.

"DETENTION!" Amber shouted, and then ran out of the room. Violet followed right behind, still holding Shoe Strings.

"SNAPE ASSIGNED US DETENTIONS! WE'RE HUFFLEPUFF!" Amber screamed as she burst through the doors of the crowded Great Hall.

The lunch crowd in the Hall went silent.

The entire Hufflepuff class turned to the doors, jaws dropped.

Snape finally arrived behind the two students, huffing and puffing. He wasn't used to chasing students, and the two girls were surprisingly fast.

As soon as he came into view, the looks of the Hufflepuff class went from shock to glares of anger. Their looks were surprisingly threatening and Snape found himself at a loss for words.

"Well then, I guess the bet's off, Snape loses, and I have a few detentions to hand ou-" McGonagall started, but before she was done the glares of Hufflepuff shifted from Snape to her, and somehow, the looks became even more menacing.

All the teachers became quite uncomftorable.

They weren't afraid. These were their students! They had the authority here. They were respected. They could feel the eyes of hundreds upon hundreds of eyes boring into them and looking at their souls...

"I QUIT!" the small, mousy, professor Redmond screamed, slamming her hand on the table to hoist herself up. "I can't take it anymore! When I was hired here, nobody warned me that an entire house was full of demons! All anyone told me was that Slytherins were brats and Gryffindor slightly annoying! Not a thing about demons!" With her eyes wide, and her voice shakey, the small woman made her way out of the Great Hall to pack her things.

"I'll go look for someone to fill in the position of Defense Against Dark Arts professor, then." Dumbledore said quietly, making his way ouf ot the room, not sounding or looking uncomftorable at all. He glanced at Violet, who's expression was blank instead of menacing.

"Well, Severus, aren't you going to punish them?" Sprout asked from across the Great Hall, her voice less nervous than the others.
"They're your house, you punish them." Snape mumbled back.
"No way, I know what they're capable of." she responded.
"What they're capable of?" Snape question, his eyebrow raised.

"Yes, that wrath of Hufflepuff. Not something seen normally, but you should understand, we've spent our entire school life being in the house categorized as 'dense' and have become quite bitter, holding it in until something like what's happening now is going on." Violet calmly explained.

Her house noticed how calm she was, not angry despite the fact that she was the one that had started the whole rebellion to begin with.

"What?" Amber hissed at Violet, obvioulsy confused.

"I'm not hungry." was Violet's explanation.

She just turned around and walked out of the Great Hall, if she was truly loyal to her house was again a mystery, just like the burning question of whether or not she would ever put that cat down.

A/N: This is still, the place where I cry over my lack of reviews.

Waaaaah.

All right, I'm done. Thanks for reading.