The Misunderstood Hufflepuff

Just. Kind. Loyal. Social. Hufflepuffs are all of these things. But there was the one Hufflepuff. The one who wanted to get into Ravenclaw. The one who never went outside her dorm except to go to classes, but stayed silent. The one who stole food from the kitchen and her best friends were House Elves. The one who was discovered by the Weasley twins. The one who fell in love with George Weasley. The one who's name was Amber Pine, who was called the Misunderstood Hufflepuff by everyone, always.

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2. The Sorting Hat

Though reluctant, the twins stayed true to their word and put their trunks outside my compartment. George turned to me and said, "Maybe we can be friends." I could feel my face reddening and my heart beating faster. A friend. That's very dangerous. 

  George's brown eyes that were full of mischief looked hopeful. I stared straight into them and whispered, "George Weasley, at the moment I can't say that we are friends. Maybe acquaintances, but not friends. Maybe in the future. Not now." His eyes saddened, but he nodded and got out of the doorway.

 I shut the compartment door and locked it again. I grabbed my robes and studied them; the train was starting to slow down, so I assumed that we were getting close. You wouldn't think that the robes would be very thick, but they were very protective against the cold, which I always was.

  I quickly put on the white buttoned shirt, Hogwarts tie (my mom said it'd change when I was sorted), a grey v-knitted jumper, a charcoal colored pleated skirt, grey socks, black shoes, and an open black buttoned robe with the Hogwarts emblem (same thing with the tie). I grabbed my trunk and my other bag I had tossed under the seat.

  The train stopped. The loudspeaker crackled and said, "This is this year's Head Boy. Please leave your luggage on the train, as it will be taken to the castle separately. Thank you." It crackled again then turned off. I looked into the window and straightened my messy bun, then pushed the curtains aside. A tidal wave of people blocked me from opening the door, so I waited for the last people to go by, then I carefully opened the doors.

  I quickly walked towards the door, noticing that I was the last one, and saw a monstrous man, taller than a normal man, with hands the size of trash can lids. "Firs' years ova 'ere! Firs' years ova 'ere! Four to a boat!" Everyone's boats were already full, so that left me with the giant. 

  He got into the boat and said, "Is tha' everyone?" I got into his boat and he pointed to the castle. The boats started to move in the direction he pointed to, towards the ginormous castle and a bridge. He turned to me and smiled. I didn't know whether to be scared of that smile or to smile back. He said, "My name's Hagrid. Rubeus Hagrid. Yer a small thing!"

  I said, "My name is Amber Pine. Sorry, but you're....kinda terrifying."

 Hagrid laughed a great, booming laugh. "Tha's okay. I can be kinda scary a' times. Nice ter meet ya, Amber. I'm the Keeper of Keys and Grounds here at Hogwarts, which we're comin' up on righ' 'bout now. One sec." All of the boats came to a stop on land. "E'ryone follow me!"

    I followed at the end of the group, trying not to call too much attention to myself. I took my wand out of my hair, causing it to ripple down my back, flattening down reaching my waist. I stuck my wand in my pocket, close to where I could grab it quickly. Hagrid opened the huge doors (they were huge comparing to Hagrid, and he was 11.5 feet tall), revealing a large entryway. 

    A dwarfish wizard an blue robes walked from an adjoining hallway, coming to a stop standing towards us, his back to another set of doors, at the top of the staircase. He said in a squeaky voice, "I can take them from here, Hagrid. Thank you." Hagrid nodded stiffly and walked off through the other adjoining hallway.

  "My name is Professor Flitwick, Head of Ravenclaw House. Welcome to Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in you house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room.

  "The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

   "The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smart yourselves up as much as you can while waiting." His eyes lingered over someone's wrinkled robes and Fred and George's smudged noses. I ran my fingers through my hair. "I will return momentarily when we are ready for you," he concluded. "Please wait quietly."

  I saw a glimpse of the gigantic hall as he slipped in quickly, coming back out only seconds later. Professor Flitwick motioned for us to follow, pushing the doors open, revealing the hall's great glory. Four large tables filled most of the halls, and they were all filled with students. I noticed where the different houses were by the colors of their ties: Gryffindor was far over to the right, then Ravenclaw, then Hufflepuff, then Slytherin. 

 The enchanted ceiling glimmered with the stars from outside, and the floating candles' flames danced, illuminating the hall. Professor Flitwick led us towards the front of the hall, which ended in front of some steps that led up to the teachers' table, carrying the three legged stool that held an old hat. 

 He set the stool down and stepped aside, pulling out a long roll of parchment, but still stayed quiet on the side. A stitch along the hat's brim opened up, and to my surprise it started to sing:

Though I may look rough,

ragged from seam to seam,

underneath all this jagged stitching

is something that will shimmer and gleam.

That shiny thing underneath is brains,

from other hats me apart,

these four house founders put great faith in me

and poured in their pondering hearts.

First Gryffindor, a man of dreams, passion, and desire,

poured into me a choosing of those who are drawn to fire.

Then Ravenclaw, a clever one, who had stupidity to bear,

gave all of her ideas to me, giving her ones who live among the air.

Next Slytherin, the cunning man, whom made plans and was a plotter,

advised me to give him the ambitions, those who slither among the water.

Last but not least was Hufflepuff, whose kindness always gave birth

to ideas that welcomed to her house, the ones who are down to earth.

All of the founders trusted me to choose for years to come,

so here I am before you now, to advise you to which one.

  Applause broke out across the Great Hall. Most of us stood here, dumbfounded at the fact that a hat just sung a song that gave us a bit of a background about the founders and himself, and that he's going to sort us into the four different houses.

  Professor Flitwick came forward with the long roll of parchment and squeaked, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted. Ainsworth, Jasper."

  The Sorting Hat shouted, "Slytherin!"

 "Beckett, Isabella."

   "Ravenclaw!"

  "DeRoos, Skylar."

   "Hufflepuff!"

  "Everett, Damian."

   "Gryffindor!"

  "Floyd, Olivia."

   "Slytherin!"

  "Gardener, Jessica."

   "Slytherin!"

 I zoned out for a bit as the hat went from G to O. Finally Professor McGonagall called, "Pine, Amber."

  I walked up the stairs, feeling my heart beating in my throat. I sat down on the stool, trying not to look too nervous. But then I looked out into the crowd of remaining 1st years and George caught my eye, causing me to blush immediately. He smirked and kept staring into my eyes.

 Professor Flitwick reached up and put the hat onto my head, and I jumped when I heard a voice in my ear.

Why, hello Amber. You seem to be very frightened. Now where to put you.

I started counting off the seconds, which turned into two minutes as the hat thought about it. The crowd looked bored, and I began to wonder if the hat was still there, so when he spoke up again, I jumped.

Your thoughts are very diverse. You seem to be a little ambitious, but not cunning enough. Slytherin is out. Though you may see two of the boys you have met to be in Gryffindor, you don't see yourself as brave or reckless, so you won't be going there. That leaves Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

I was still counting the seconds, and being up to five minutes already, now I'd go down in history as a 'hatstall', someone who took more than five minutes at the Sorting Hat. I could feel people's eyes burning into my head, but I decided to reason with the hat, so I silently started to talk.

 I said, "Excuse me, but I would like to be in Ravenclaw."

But you would be great in Hufflepuff. You may see yourself as smart, but most people consider your loyalty better than your smarts.

"No no no no no. Ravenclaw fits me better! You can't put me in Hufflepuff! I don't belong there! I won't ever belong there! Please, I'm already a hatstall! I need to go in Ravenclaw. Please!"

It's too late, Amber Pine. I can see what will happen if you are in each house, and Hufflepuff will benefit you the most. Your Sorting is done. Hufflepuff!

 It shouted out the last word to the whole hall. I was stunned. I'm surprised my jaw isn't at the floor. The Hufflepuffs waved me over, clapping wildly. No, this isn't right. I had to go back. I want to believe that I'm in Ravenclaw, but my  tie and everyone else thinks differently. No. It can't be. The hat must've misunderstood. How? I never thought that I would be this. I'd never think I would be a Hufflepuff.

 

A/N

 Sorting song is an original; please do not use without permission.

 ~Katie B

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