Hufflepuff Common Room Chapter 7:
Other students noticed the Common Rooms of the other Houses.
Down in the basement it was Antonio whom had been abuzz with nervous energy ever since he'd been Sorted into Hufflepuff. This energy had kept him awake and alert as he and the rest of the First Years of his House was led down a staircase after staircase, until they passed a painting of a fruit basket and stopped in front of barrels stacked against a wall. The female Prefect looked at the male Prefect but seeing how he was sleeping against the opposite wall, she sighed, shook her head and stepped towards one of the barrels. Tapping a rhythm Antonio immediately memorized, the barrel opened.
The female Prefect went crawling inside the opening, and the First Years, shepherded by a sudden awoke male Prefect, followed in a passageway that ascended and, Antonio thought, had the same feel to them as the fields of home.
They continued walking until they came to a round, low-ceilinged room decorated in yellow and black, which was rather cosy. There, the female Prefect twirled around, and started talking.
'Welcome to the Hufflepuff Common Room! I'm your Prefect Seraphina Fawley, daughter of Professor Brigid Fawley of Transfiguration and sister of the Fawley that was Head Girl of the Gryffindors six years back and the Fawley that is now the current Head Boy of the Slytherins. But enough about me! I'm sure my fellow Prefect here, Herakles Karpusi, is more than eager to share with you everything you need to know about the Hufflepuff Common Room. Aren't you, Herakles?', she smiled sweetly towards the boy that had hurried towards her side when she started on her speech.
Herakles had always hated that smile.
'Of course, I will, Fawley.', he said. 'It's my duty as a Prefect, after all.'
Ha! Fawley thought, let us see how you'll handle this one. Fawley had been annoyed at Karpusi ever since First-Year when he'd earned Hufflepuff 200 points the day before he'd joined Hetalia. And he'd gone through the rest of his Hogwarts career gathering points and being brilliant. That was something she could've forgiven, but he'd managed all that he'd managed while being … unenergetic! Like he just slept his way through life and landed on his feet like a cat.
'The boys' dormitories are through the cubby hole to the right, while the girls' are through the left one. It says "First-Year" above the entrance to where you're supposed to sleep. All beds are equally good, so there's no point in arguing about whom gets which. Whenever you're available you can sit here in the common room, where you'll get tickled by these lovely plants and occasionally see feet walking past the windows near the ceiling. The password to get in never changes; tap the right barrel to the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff". Any other questions you're free to ask us, we'll be available to answer them, but right now you just want to sleep, right?'
The last comment was met with a laugh and an agreeing murmur.
Before he went upstairs, Antonio caught a glimpse of the portrait hanging over the wooden mantelpiece; it was a round, curvy woman whom was toasting them with a tiny, two-handled cup.
With the aforementioned energy, Antonio thought he would never fall asleep.
But, surrounded by the comforting fragrance that permeated the Hufflepuff dorms, he fell asleep the minute he laid his head on his pillow.
Author's notes:
In the next chapter:
Looking around everyone else, Francis saw a bronze eagle head-shaped door knocker attached to the door.
The Wizarding World belong to J.K. Rowling, Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himuraya and this story, which would've been posted sooner hadn't my computer decided to break down a little (I got it fixed now), belongs to me.
Comments, especially if they contain suggestions for names for a female Potions Professor, are appreciated