Author Note:
I am so pathetically overexcited for Hufflepuff fanfiction week!
This is a description of our common room as told by a fellow Hufflepuffian. I like to imagine the speaker as an adorable first year with a shy smile, golden curls and wide, blue eyes.
The Hufflepuff common room. It was the only place that felt like home. Slythern's room was dark and gloomy and honestly terrifying; Ravenclaw was nice I guess, but you had to answer all these riddles and everything was boobytrapped; Griffindor was bright and shining, loud and full of adventure and excitement; but Hufflepuff was warm and inviting. There were plants growing everywhere and a giant fireplace. We had more seats than we had house members. People from the other houses just came in and hung out whenever. I honestly don't think we even had locks. Oh yes, and there were floating teapots that served hot cocoa as well as tea and even coffee. And of course there were trays of cookies too.
Sure, we were bullied a lot, and that was literally the worst ever, but while Ravenclaw was learning the most powerful spells, Gryffindor gained courage and the strength to stand up for those in need, and Slytherin generally got meaner, we practiced kindness. Some first year Hufflepuffians were the meanest kids of all, but that's why the hat put them in our house - so they could learn to be better. They say no dark wizard has ever come from Hufflepuff. I'm immensely proud of that. What a legacy to live up to!
Besides, if Slytherin ever got too mean, we could always go to the Gryffindorians. They always took good care of us. The last time that happened, the oldest Griffindorians led an all-out assault on the Slytherin common room. No one in Slytherin even went near us for months after that (well except the nice ones. Not all Slytherins are bad obviously.)
I remember the time the Slytherins decided to show us that our open door policy was a mistake. The time they conjured up slime and garbage and slugs to ruin our cheery home. They said it was a good lesson for the future. "Never trust anyone," they said, "you need to look out for yourself."
We worked to clean it for days, but the enchantments were difficult to break. We locked our doors - we didn't want anyone getting angry at the Slytherins. After all, it wasn't their fault they were raised that way. It was strange how gloomy the castle became. It was like a light had gone out.
I think it was a Gryffindorian who finally coaxed the truth out of a first year. They rounded up a bunch of Ravenclaws and together we got everything back to the way it was. Joy returned like warm sunshine after a long, wet winter.
Also, the Slytherins suddenly took to wearing pink - Gryffindor's payback we could only assume.
Author Note:
Adding another story tomorrow!