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Re: Last Author Standing - Entries v.2


Topic: A tribute to one of the four founders of Hogwarts

Entry #1

Helga Hufflepuff
(precise dates unknown)

One of the four celebrated Founders of Hogwarts, Hufflepuff was particularly famous for her dexterity at food-related Charms. Many recipes traditionally served at Hogwarts Feasts originated with Hufflepuff.

That was all that survived of Helga Hufflepuff- two (precisely two) sentences that told one absolutely nothing about Helga Hufflepuff.

Oh, yes, knowing about the food and the feast and the sparkling, golden plates was all very well but any Witch or Wizard who picked up Helga's Chocolate Frog Card would be deprived of sparkling pieces of knowledge; incredibly significant snapshots of life that made her a human.

No-one would know that she and Rowena Ravenclaw were laughing as they chatted together in the Hogwarts kitchens and, eventually, started flicking flour at each other, shrieking and giggling like children- not the stoic, stiff shadows of people that so many Magical historians depicted them as. The moment when both Rowena and Helga’s hair was covered in the ghostly white powder, and when the sounds of Godric and Salazar laughing raucously could be heard from the floor above was the only moment when everything was perfect...Hogwarts was just that: Hogwarts.


Godric only wished for the brave.

For Rowena, the intelligent.

And for Salazar, the cunning.

Helga shrugged slightly when the other founders looked expectantly upon her, and said she honestly wasn’t sure and, really, if anyone wanted to join her house, then who was she to deny them entry?

The rest rolled their eyes fondly and then Salazar decided to add on that pure Magical blood would only be permitted into Slytherin House. Helga bit her lip but didn’t say a word.


Helga Hufflepuff usually delighted in the event of rain thundering down; it meant cleanliness and life and all the wonderful things in between.

Now, however, with the droplets freezing her skin and a drenched Salazar standing stubbornly in front of the school gates, one hand on the latch, she wasn’t so sure.

“Salazar, please don’t...he didn’t mean what he said, trust me.”

And that in itself was a blatant lie: if there was one thing that was crystal clear about Godric Gryffindor, it was that he always meant what he said. Always. There was no biting of the tongue; just the entire truth and nothing else- whether it was a blessing or a curse, Helga couldn’t say.

There was another hurried, pleading conversation but it was basically a game of circles: never getting anywhere, just repeating the exact same thing in different ways and skirting the sinister issue at the heart of everything.

Helga never saw Salazar, her friend, the man she even thought of once as a brother, sniff and hold back a well restrained sob, before leaving forever. She had given up and returned to the school long before that.

She was still wet and cold and somehow had the horrible feeling that the cold would never go away, no matter how many Warming Charms she cast upon her person. Instead, she forgot her wand for a mere moment, and brushed one of the stone bricks of Hogwarts absently with her fingertips.

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please...” Helga murmured, swallowing thickly.

If Helga lived to the day when her Chocolate Frog Card was published, perhaps she would agree that it was somehow better this way:

A couple of meaningless lines about Food Charms was far better than a striking confession that she knew Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would eventually end in disaster once Salazar left...and only the students, the children would be able to save it.

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