It wasn't cold in the Great Hall, but Chamille was shaking. She was about to be Sorted. She was so nervous; her mother had been put in Slytherin and told her about the four Houses. (Her dad was a Muggle.) Her mom said Hufflepuff was made of just a lazy, old batch of-

"Smith, Chamille!"

Her time had come. She nervously tiptoed up to the stool, sat down, and put the hat on her head.

"Well, well, well…you have a sharp mind, but not much common sense as I see…so not a Ravenclaw, a bit cowardly, so definitely not a Gryffindor either…I think you'll be a HUFFLEPUFF!"

Oh no, she thought, what's Mum going to say? She didn't have much time to contemplate, though, as the feast had started. There was pork, bacon, mashed potatoes, and…mint humbugs, for some reason…

Once she had been led to the Hufflepuff common room, she figured she had better tell her mom the news.

Dear Mom,

I'm sitting here in front of the fire in the Hufflepuff common room. That's right, I got sorted into Hufflepuff. Please don't be mad, some of the people here are really nice! I've met two awesome girls, Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones. Well, see you over the Christmas holidays! Write back!

Love,

Chammi

Her first week went well, except for Herbology. She had Herbology with the Gryffindors, including Harry Potter. Harry was a legend, but her mother had always downplayed him. Chammi fell in love the first time she saw him. She then proceeded to get a huge bite from a plant and had to get rushed to the hospital wing. The bite had caused her to speak in babbled sentences. One of these sentences was "Hi, are you kooky? I like to kill little eggs, lalala…" The extremely bad part was that this sentence was said to Harry. Chamille was mortified. The next Herbology lesson, she insisted on not touching the plant the whole period. This got her out of a trip to the hospital wing; however, she looked like a coward and got in trouble in front of the whole class.

However, the following Monday she got a response from her mother. It arrived in a red envelope…