Hufflepuff Stuff Novels & Stories

Malick’s POV The smell of sulfur and burnt cinnamon clung to the vaulted classroom like a curse that wouldn’t lift. The air hung thick, weighed down by chalk dust, residual magic, and the faint tang of sweat from long hours of practice. Malick leaned over the blackened cauldron, watching the slick purple liquid churn lazily. Potioncraft had never held his attention—too precise, too reliant on patience. Today, though, it wasn’t the brew that had him distracted.

I said, holding her wrist so that I could assist her and prevent her from tripping, but she forcefully tugged her hands out of my grasp, making the contents of her purse spill out onto the floor. The items were scattered all around, making the floor look messy. Alexa bent down and clumsily began to gather the items on the floor. I followed suit and began to help her gather the items, but she glared at me. “What do you want? You didn't give candy, and now you want to take my things from me,” she said, sulking. I laughed at her drunken words. Did she know what candy she was talking about? I ignored her and saw a book that seemed to have skidded off and was lying further away from the scattered

“Aren’t he being a bit cruel to you? You were just a highschool student managing a company.” “That’s kind of training. My elder sister had her first training when she was sixteen.” I rolled my eyes. It was still not acceptable. Raylie smiled and gently pinched my cheeks. “It’s alright. I already fixed it. And come on, you stay late until dawn way back then. What I did was just nothing compared to how you managed your time.” “Everybody, this is our new classmate. Calix Huffle.” My attention went to the students in front of the class.

I smirked at them. Everyone burst out in giggles. Just then, the lady I met this morning arrived. All the senior students stood up to greet her, we followed the same. She stood up from the aisle and spoke out -" Welcome to Witchward Wizard school, to each one of you. I am professor Hyle. I believe all of you had a fair journey to the school. Nevertheless, before starting for today, we welcome our three royal students of this year." She opened up a scroll and read out the names-" Well, I welcome Miss. Jennifer Laynin, our very own Sir Stagrid's daughter. We welcome you to our School."

"Is that a... geographic location?" Kieran burst out laughing. "Oh my god. He's serious. He doesn't know Harry Potter. Did you grow up under a rock, dude?" "I grew up in isolation," Cale said stiffly. "Elion, help him out," Mira said, sensing the awkwardness. "Team effort." "Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff," Elion said quickly. "He's not a fan of fantasy. He prefers non-fiction."

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

Sapping walks in. “Yes, well, I wouldn’t miss our new wonderful teacher teaching the oath and care of magical creatures.”, he says happily. She just shakes her head before speaking again, “Then we have Mr. Sapping teaching potions and our last teacher is Miss Phoenix teaching oath and care of magical creatures.” “She’s a student here!” “I’m not being taught by a human!” “Yeah!” The cafeteria gets louder where a few students and Jess are covering their ears. Holding back my anger as they continue to yell.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.