At ten pm John was standing outside the pile of barrels disguising the door to the Hufflepuff house. Of you tapped the right pattern and rhythm, the barrels swing open and you can go in. Get it wrong, and you get cover in vinegar. John did not want to get covered in vinegar. What am I doing here? I bet this is all a joke. Why else would my Slytherine cousin call me to the Hufflepuff house late at night? This doesn't make any sense. What's Amelia up to this time?
His question was not answered when the the barrels swung open revealing his long haired cousin.
"Come on, John! What are you doing just standing there? Don't you know the combo?" Amelia complained impatiently.
"No I don't know the combination! Why would I know the combination to a house I've never been to! I'm a Gryffindor, not a Hufflepuff! Also, I would have expected you to invite me to your house before inviting me to a house neither of us belong to!" a frustrated Watson replied. Amelia sighed let her cousin enter.
John hadn't known what to expect. He'd never been to a house that wasn't his own, so he was slightly taken aback by the domed ceiling and bright yellow tapestries. It was quiet, except for the small group of butter beer drinking students on the other end of the round room. I bet Harry's one of them. She's always been one to 'party'.
"Oh come ooon, John! Enough time wasting! We don't want to miss him!" Amelia whined, grabbing John's sleeve and dragging him over to one of the circular wall. She pressed a stone and a small, shoulder width tunnel opened up. Amelia pulled him in so hard that it almost took him off his feet.
"What is this? Why is it so dark? Why in the bloody world did you bring me here? I could be sleeping!" John complained.
Amelia sighed, "Helga Hufflepuff decided that her students needed somewhere to practice making potions, so she created this tunnel to a potions lab. She wanted to make it small and undetectable, so there wasn't any room for torches. And if you really cared about the dark use your wand! We're almost there."
She was right. Johann could see a light ahead of them. When they finally broke free of the tunnel, John had to wait for his eyes to a adjust. The walls were white and the room was brightly lit. When he could see again he saw three tables in a moderately sized room (bigger than a closet, smaller than the dormitories). On each table there were cauldrons of all sizes add shapes, ingredients to potions John had never seen before, and all sorts of tool that not even Snape had.
John huffed, "We certainly don't have one of these."
A boy, about his age but taller and with black, curly hair, looked up from some sort of looking glass.
"World Cup or isolated Death Easter incident?" he asked, his intelligent, multicolored eyes boring into John's soul.