Note: the Hufflepuff girl called Holly Addams is now called Mia Anderson because I was a bit of ditz and posted a story with the main character called Holly, and a supporting character with the last name Addams. (If you want to check it out, go ahead, heheh)
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chapter eight
"HUFFLEPUFF PRINCESS"
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That Saturday, the Great Hall was filled with students sitting in one of three categories — supporting Gryffindor in red and gold, supporting Hufflepuff (the best house) in black and yellow, or neutral. A good amount of the Slytherins and Ravenclaws were in the final category, but Emilia figured that was because there had only been one Quidditch match before this one, so people were still feeling pride towards their own house's team.
Normally, Emilia found that the hardcore Quidditch fans would obsess over their own team (which they were probably on) but the ones simply supporting their own house for the hell of it give up around January. Which made sense. Emilia still didn't find the appeal to zooming around on a stick with smaller sticks attached, but she didn't want to bash other people's joy.
She did, though, find the appeal in representing her house in the colours. Ravenclaw, naturally, had the best of the best when it came to artists, but Hufflepuff was (a not-so-close) second. The arty folk in Hufflepuff tended to be the ones that she'd find in their bathrooms or their common room, sorting out other people's hair or nails or makeup.
They were creative in the way that they helped. Like, there was one boy in the year above that was killer at figuring out how to cover spots. Emilia was jealous, truly. She was still relying on what Carmilla had mentioned to her, using brown sugar to exfoliate. And this muggle moisturiser, but again, Emilia wasn't sure if it was making any difference. She just believed Carmilla knew what she was on about.
But, Emilia liked to think that she was reasonable at painting. And, painting bled into makeup, so Emilia was often handed the task of face-painting her fellow Hufflepuffs before the match.
She set the little pan of face paint down on the Hufflepuff table in the hall, so she could quickly have a piece of toast. The croissants had already been scoffed, which had been lovely. She made a note to check by the kitchens later in the afternoon, or something. Quite honestly, Emilia would die if she didn't eat a croissant every single day.
"Morning, Salvatore," said Sirius. He sat down next to her, and almost took half of the toast. Almost. She swatted his hand away before he could get to it. But, she frowned, and she sighed, and she handed it to him. "So, I see Gryffindor's going to win."
