The school hallways are always full of stragglers towards the end of the passing time. Before sixth hour I take as much time as I need, Mrs.Drew won't mind. Pulling at my backpack straps I walk up the steps to the second level. A figure walking by sparks me into transporting.
My books are in my hands as I make my way to my next class. The girl in yellow Hufflepuff robes ahead of me has more to deal with. A bag, instrument, and some quills and ink are weighing her down by the looks of it. Professor Binns floats through the wall a ways up, making the girl jump. Her face turns towards me for a split second and I realize I know her.
"Christina." I say as I race up to meet with her. She turns around and her eyes immediately turn down.
"hello" She answers. I follow her gaze to my Griffendor crest on my black robes.
Moving my books further up my chest I let out a breath. She needs cheering up. Suddenly I have an idea.
"Do you remember when the sorting hat said 'I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat then me'?"
Christina meets my eyes, "I'm find." She says, but her body and eyes say she's not.
"The sorting hat knows everything, it looked into your mind and it knows what is best for you."
"Well, he can be wrong." She states matter-of-factly.
I furrow my brow, "Come on, you don't mean that. Just look at who's in Hufflepuff. Tonks an auror for the Ministry of Magic and a talented shape sifter, Cedric easily the hottest guy in Hogwarts." She eyes my werily. "Think about it this way. Luna is defiantly a bit off, we all love her, but she has her opinions. Am I right?" She nods her head. "Thinking how you do about Hufflepuff you would think people like Luna would be in your house." She nods again. "Luna is smart, thus Ravenclaw is suited for her. You too are smart, but do you know the difference between you two?"
I can see the gears working in her head, "What? She believes in Nargles?"
"No, she isn't creative." Christina starts to protest, but I hold up my one free hand. "Sure, she believes in things, but she just believes in what she is told by her dad or reads in the Quibbler. You have creativity that isn't cherished in Griffendor, Ravenclaw, and especially not Slytherin. Hufflepuff creates wondefully creative and talented people who better the world by doing amazing things. Like you and your music."
I can tell Christina has really been listening to me. "So, what do you say? Are you a Puff?" I say as I pat her back.
"A puff?" She says quietly. "Yea....a Puff..." Walking down the hallway she murmurs by to me.
I turn around and keep walking. I tired, I think. Then I hear the most wonderful thing.
"You might belong in Hufflepuff where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil." Christina sings, reciting the Sorting hats song, word for word.
"Hey Liz" I look to see Christina next to me. "And I guess bye now."
I look to see where she's pointing. The video classroom. Right. I head for the door, but back step to watch Christina walk down the hallway. She'll be just fine, I say to my self, just fine.