Percy and Audrey's daughters
Molly Fredericka Weasley
"Weasley, Molly!"
The gazes turned to an ordinary-looking little girl with flaming red hair in a ponytail and brown eyes behind round glasses. The girl breathed in deeply, a gesture that did not come unnoticed (drawing in a few snickers) and jaw clenched, set for the Sorting Hat.
"Hmph. Lots of ambition, I see, and lots of bravery. Very similar mind to your father, you have. I haven't seen into your mother's mind, but I do recognize a Hufflepuff when I see one."
Her heart sank. Hufflepuff?
"You are unhappy with this?" It asked quietly. "Very well. I shall do my best to explain, then. Girl, as I said before, you are ambitious, yes, but not cunning like your father. Also, you are brave, but your defining qualities, my dear, are your loyalty, your patience, your tolerance, your fair play, your hard work – these are all Hufflepuff qualities."
"But if you want, I could put you in Ravenclaw or in Gryffindor. You would fit fine in those Houses as well."
She bit her lip. "I guess so," she whispered.
"Don't be disappointed, my dear girl." The Hat paused. "As Professor McGonagall states, very talented witches and wizards have come from each and every House, and I have no doubt you'll be one of them."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Lucy Ginevra Weasley
"Weasley, Lucy!"
The eleven year-old girl with auburn hair and so dark blue eyes that they were almost violet looked towards the Hufflepuff table, where Molly sat, a prefect's badge pinned on her chest, at the Gryffindor table, where James winked at her, and even at the Slytherin table, where Dominique sat, bored-looking, painting her nails under the table.
She managed to walk to the stool without tripping, sighed in relief, and even smiled as she put a battered, pointed hat on her head.
"Ah. You are much easier to Sort than your sister, I'd say."
She widened her eyes in wonderment at the magical hat's voice and it chuckled.
"Yes, I have the ability to speak. Have you guessed where you belong yet?"
"Not Slytherin?"
"Well, yes. Guess again, my dear."
"Hufflepuff?"
She was sure that if a hat could nod, the Sorting Hat would have nodded.
"Good luck in HUFFLEPUFF!"