The small group of Hufflepuffs continued towards the Great Hall talking and laughing like, well, housemates. By the time they reached the Great Hall it seemed perfectly normal that Violet still wasn't wearing pants.

They ended up getting so engrossed in their converstaion that by the time they actually reached the Great Hall, they all just stood in the doorway, still talking. They stood completely obliviatous to the school that was all sitting at their tables, waiting for the chatting students.

"Ahem!" Snape called rather obnoxiously from the front of the room, pulling the attention of the students from the conversation to their surroundings.

"Miss Hayes, why aren't you wearing pants!" Snape demanded, taking a good look at Violet.

Violet just shrugged it off, not even noticing looking at the many people staring at her in shock.

"Like I was saying," Dumbledore started, again, seeming to be confused at a situation Violet had caused, "we have a replacement teacher for Defense Against Dark Arts, who will most likely stay for the remainder of the year. He did indeed swear to never teach again," he paused, "but that is besideds the point and I hope all of you will give the professor the respect he deserves." when he finished talking about respect instead of just looking at Violet he looked at all of Hufflepuff...

As the whole school stared at Hufflepuff with the headmaster, the huge doors of the Great Hall swung open.

Smacking both Ernie and Violet.

Who after sharing an annoyed glance, pushed the doors shut and smacking the professor who was trying to get in right back.

"Remus!" Harry exclaimed as he watched his friend get smacked by a door. He quickly made his way over to the teacher, followed by Ron and Hermione.

"Relax, Harry, I just got hit with a door, not a spell." Remus remarked, standing up and brushing himself off. He grinned at the three students, being as professional as possible. "Are you new?" Lupin asked, staring at Violet a bit confused at her lack of pants but deciding against asking about that.

"No, I'm not new." Violet hissed.

"She's just in Hufflepuff." Harry put rather bluntly.

"Just in Hufflepuff? Now, tell me Potter, what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Violet hissed at Harry, her voice staying very cool despite the obvious tension that was clearly growing behind it. She sounded s if all the cold Violet should have been feeling had worked it's way into her voice.

"Just that Hufflepuff doesn't do anything." Harry smirked. He was a bit peeved at the way the Hufflepuff students acted as if there was nothing that could stop them.

"Oh my..You really shouldn't have done that, Harry." Ernie warned.

"What's she going to do? Hit him with a door?" Ron scoffed. He got a few laughs for that comment.

"No, seriously, ya shouldn't have done that, Violet's cranky today." June warned as Violet's anger grew and grew.

"Why are you so cranky?" Susan asked.

"Nasty hangover. I had mroe to drink laast night then I let on." Violet told them. "And because of that nasty hangover, I'm rather easily annoyed. And because I'm easily annoyed and Potter here took it upon himself to point out that apparently we don't do anything."
"Well, if you look at the record, Hufflepuff really doesn't do anything." Hermione pointed out. "At least, compared to the other houses."
"I think I'm going to have correct you there -" Violet started."Look at any of the history books, it's true! Hufflepuff has never done as much as the other houses." Hermione insisted.

"Now, you're going to shut up and listen." VIolet started, pushing Hermione out the door, who was naturally followed by Harry and Ron. "I'm going to tell you why Hufflepuff isn't know for as much as all the other houses. It's because, for the most parts, our lives are shit. Oh, I know, evreyone has a crappy life, but our house has a difference. We don't sit around and cry about it, announcing it to the whole world or going out of our ways to make sure that no one knows. You wanna know what we do? We suck it up. We just live. We don't cry and whine or try to fix everyone else's problems so we don't have to deal with our own. We just live. Our house isn't divided at all. We have people who's entire family has been killed by Death Eaters and others who doesn't have a family member who isn't a Death Eater. Now, isn't that depressing? You sat around and thought of how weak we all are all the time while in fact we were saving you from dealing with even more shit." Violet hissed.

"I don't believe you. Things couldn't be that bad." Ron insisted. Harry and Hermione silently nodded, thinking that they had to have noticed things like that.

"Well, that's just great. I'm gonna walk away now." Violet told them flatly, and then walked away.

"She's just...odd." Harry decided.
"How does she stand it? The cold I mean. It's freezing, but it's as if she doesn't even notice..." Hermione thought out loud.

The other two shurgged if off, going back into the Great Hall to think about other things.

But they couldn't. They caught themselves checking the Hufflepuff table. Looking for clues.

The more they looked, the more they saw.

Was that the Dark Mark through the sleeve? Where did that scar come from? Was everything true?

Impossible. It was Hufflepuff! The house that never did anything.

As in complain. The rest of the houses would say a few things while they were hurt.

Was Hufflepuff never hurt? That's what had been assumed...

Violet just sat on her bed until. Not really thinking, not really awake or asleep. She was just there. She had been for a grand total of two minutes, sitting in complete and total shock.

In front of her sat a letter. A simple piece of mail that read:

"Dear Violet,

Well, I'm not quite sure how this is supposed to work, but I'm giving this to an owl that's sitting on a perch that says 'Letters to Violet' on it and since I have not clue how to reach you otherwise. I'm writing about your father. He's taken very ill. He's been sick for awhile, but has taken a turn for the wrose. I believe that you should come here, to the school here in California now before things get...complicated. Just look for me around here, I'll be waiting for you for as longs as necessary.

Sincerely,

Prof. Danica Stanton

Stanford University"

Violet got up off the bed and threw some clothes again, which once again were not weather appropriate. She grabbed the letter and ran to the Headmaster's office.

A/N: Thanks for reading. That sounded bland, but that's all I've got to say...so, um, thanks.