Professor Puff, a nickname engineered to create competitive spirit as well as to make us laugh, is a key figure to our group. While I firmly believe Hufflepuffs excellence could succeed with any mismatch of characters, there would be no way to be as wonderfully united and strong without our fearless leader. Not only does “Professor Puff” have an amazing ability to take a simple story and create a complex, beautiful thing with it, he owns toe-shoes. Toe Shoes are extremely cool and hidden in almost every shoe store I’ve ever been to. To track these shoes down must’ve taken intense, Hufflepuff-ey investigation.
The Hufflepuff common room has a lot of meaning to me. Not only does it give the implication that we are the far superior House, the only group with our own room, it allows us to chat and workshop completely isolated from outside noise.
The light green that washes over the walls is a soft, inviting color. Unlike any other shade, the color is something I could ever imagine someplace else. The big, wooden tables were pushed together, plastic chairs circling them every meeting before we begin. It’s silent, beside the occasional rustle of pages as we read the others work. Then, suddenly, trickling into an encouraging roar, as we share our thoughts and critiques with our House.
Nerves are always tangible. Hands shake and palms sweat, lips are bitten and foots tap against the carpet. We’re always anxious, wary of others reading such raw material we have written in a mere hour. But then, any and all fears are dissolved at the sound of snaps. It’s impossible to leave the common room with any feeling other than complete happiness.
After all, we’re Hufflepuffs and we know what’s up.
I love you.
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