"Hatstall" Hufflepuff/Slytherin First Year Memoirs.
written by Mondiecee G. Vendour
Mondiecee Galicier Vendour is one of those "Slytherpuffs". Wanting to keep her cover sweet, she asked to be placed in Hufflepuff. Now you can see the plans she's been hiding, and the explosions! ((The cover is made by me: the Hufflepuff drawing is drawn by me in real life; the notebook belongs to me in real life.))
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Being A Bit "Nifty".
Chapter 5
September 12th, 1998.
So, being nifty with Mother works just fine, Dora on the other hand...no, the woman used to be a lot nicer.
Maybe it's the pressure of being a woman in the first place. I hope that never happens to me. 'Cuz...I would freak out.
So, Arella bluntly told me I'm a bit illiterate, but not too meanly. She just meant it honestly, and she can be a bit harsh while saying something very sweetly, and also mentioned how I mix in American writing and UK writing styles together. She can't blame me for being international. I'd say my family might think she's weirder than me. That's a first.
I'm not an illiterate, however, but I have, what I phrase; a "limited vocabulary". So I checked in a dictionary, Thrifty means "(of a person or their behaviour) using money or other resources carefully and not wastefully." Technically, I am thrifty, then! Wahwoo!
Nifty means "particularly good, skillful, or effective". I don't care if I'm using it in the wrong context or whatever, I'll continue to use it! Because I'm nifty! Yah!
Besides, no one is calling me "illiterate" when I actually went to school to learn about this stuff, unlike some pure-bloods who were teasing me the other day (amongst some other less pure-people). Or maybe they were homeschooled.
On the otherrrrr(roll your tongue when reading for effect) hand, my grades are not quite so ugly. I'm okay (well, the Professor always looks down on me, and says in this dying tone "Passable") in Charms and DADA I like to think! I got my first O in Charms the other day! (Positively confidently surely and knowingly knowing I will get an O in DADA soon!)
I like to think I'm good–no, "nifty" at Potions! I've gotten grades as good as Arella's sometimes and I'm nifty overall.
Slughorn's actually taken a liking to me (and so far the only one, probably because he thinks pranks are more acceptable, I do less of them in his class, and have never failed before). I've failed more than once in every subject except Potions, so I actually like it. But Potions is nifty. For my inventions!
Herbology is not my strong suit, and Professor Strout warns me I could get hurt every day I enter, but it's not so bad.
The truth is, I fail constantly in HoM, Transfiguration and Astronomy. The best grade I have gotten is an "A". But who needs those?
I can't remember anything in boring HoM and silly Astro, it's all guesswork! Transfiguration is worse in some ways; you have to remember so much, concentrate so much, think so much! It's too complex. I can see why it can be useful, but I honestly think they should cut-off HoM and Astrrrro. Last time in Transfig, something really gross happened (no details, I'd rather not) the Professor scolded me really badly and everyone laughed at me, and the Professor said my work was "Abysmal" as I left class. I don't know what abysmal means.
But enough about nasty classmates and disgusting lessons, no one cares about that ruubissh.
So the other day, I was totally not avoiding some classmates I don't like, and I came across a strange room. It had a chest, and an empty portrait, and a window, and was about 5 1/2 feet wide and long. Really stupidly small in other words. Life's inconvenient. So I was really just touching the curtains, not testing them and messin' with them, just like, "touch, touch!" and it slipped off, and onto my face. Right over me.
Totally scarred me for life. Too dusty an experience.
So I put the curtains over the painting in case whoever was in it came back and would be like, "Ooooh! Professsahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" But while I was seeing if the painting would come off–I mean examining–it fell off. So I stuck it to a different side and covered it with the (really dusty) curtains.
And the Ooh La La!
It looked a different color than the rest, and it was starting to get dark, so I was like, looking super-cool and all "Verdimillious!" and there was lever behind the wall!
So after totally patiently, without cursing or swearing, womanly actions of spells with no kicking involved, like, totally normally, I got the wall to open, and after a tiiiiinyyy amount of difficulty, pulled the lever.
The floor went "whoosh!" like an awesome tomb raider movie and I fell down, landed on a slide, slid down painfully, and landed in the lake! An exciting experience. I did not scream at all. That isn't a lie. It isn't.
Drenched from head to foot, I found that shore wasn't far off, and I quickly got out. The squid and I have some bad blood. It was sort of strange, behind the grounds students usually get out on, and there was a ceiling on top, the place I was in dug into the castle, but I could see I was plainly outside. There was a wall of vines, and I pulled at them, and did the same procedure of the whole Verdimillious thing, and the wall slid open, to reveal a smallish room. Not as small as that one, more small like my bedroom.
It was then, I knew, this would be "'Mondiecee's Secret Lab/Lair"! (I'm still deciding Lab or Lair.)
Dear Mondiecee,
How are you? Your last letter was very satisfactory. I'm beginning to think you're really trying to turn over a new leaf! It's wonderful that you promised to try to be nicer to the neighbours and their pets. And that you're studying hard. I'm glad you aren't homesick, and that you are adapting to this new lifestyle just fine. In response to your latest letter, Leonardo is recovering from Sprattergroit! It's wonderful news, as Sprattergroit is nothing to laugh about. It still might take a while for him to fully recover, though.
However, Grandfather is going for the worst, and your father and I are trying our best, but maybe it's best to just let it go...of course, Grandfather is a Muggle, and Muggles don't live as long as wizards, sadly, and it worries me rather...
On the other hand, Kennilworthy is also showing lots of magical signs lately as well, it reminds me of the time when Dorinda first showed hers. Kennilworthy also says he misses you very much and that you're a wonderful big sister. I wonder why. Of course, you've always been very fun, and I wouldn't want you to change for anything! Because as the old saying goes, being yourself is the best. Your father and I miss you, and so does Dorinda, and we hope to see you next year.
Lots of love,Your mother.
P.S. I'm glad you made a friend! Mind telling me a bit about this Arabella?
Hallo Cece,
I've decided that I will keep quiet about it to Mother and Father just now, as it's nothing that serious. I'm also disappointed you won't stop writing to me as I told you to, and I hope you'll stop being so stubborn. I'm rather busy, and I already have enough work to do without you sending Noctua in every time I open the window. It's getting rather tiresome to reach Noctua before Mother or Father do just to keep your secret safe, so if I have to keep on doing this they'll find out. Not that it matters to me, anyway, because I personally think that we don't need secrets between anybody. I hope you won't take any offense, Cece, but please stop writing letters to me. It's not going to help you with anything, so please drop it. Thank you very much, and I hope to see you next year.
Dora
So, being nifty with Mother works just fine, Dora on the other hand...no, the woman used to be a lot nicer.
Maybe it's the pressure of being a woman in the first place. I hope that never happens to me. 'Cuz...I would freak out.
So, Arella bluntly told me I'm a bit illiterate, but not too meanly. She just meant it honestly, and she can be a bit harsh while saying something very sweetly, and also mentioned how I mix in American writing and UK writing styles together. She can't blame me for being international. I'd say my family might think she's weirder than me. That's a first.
I'm not an illiterate, however, but I have, what I phrase; a "limited vocabulary". So I checked in a dictionary, Thrifty means "(of a person or their behaviour) using money or other resources carefully and not wastefully." Technically, I am thrifty, then! Wahwoo!
Nifty means "particularly good, skillful, or effective". I don't care if I'm using it in the wrong context or whatever, I'll continue to use it! Because I'm nifty! Yah!
Besides, no one is calling me "illiterate" when I actually went to school to learn about this stuff, unlike some pure-bloods who were teasing me the other day (amongst some other less pure-people). Or maybe they were homeschooled.
On the otherrrrr(roll your tongue when reading for effect) hand, my grades are not quite so ugly. I'm okay (well, the Professor always looks down on me, and says in this dying tone "Passable") in Charms and DADA I like to think! I got my first O in Charms the other day! (Positively confidently surely and knowingly knowing I will get an O in DADA soon!)
I like to think I'm good–no, "nifty" at Potions! I've gotten grades as good as Arella's sometimes and I'm nifty overall.
Slughorn's actually taken a liking to me (and so far the only one, probably because he thinks pranks are more acceptable, I do less of them in his class, and have never failed before). I've failed more than once in every subject except Potions, so I actually like it. But Potions is nifty. For my inventions!
Herbology is not my strong suit, and Professor Strout warns me I could get hurt every day I enter, but it's not so bad.
The truth is, I fail constantly in HoM, Transfiguration and Astronomy. The best grade I have gotten is an "A". But who needs those?
I can't remember anything in boring HoM and silly Astro, it's all guesswork! Transfiguration is worse in some ways; you have to remember so much, concentrate so much, think so much! It's too complex. I can see why it can be useful, but I honestly think they should cut-off HoM and Astrrrro. Last time in Transfig, something really gross happened (no details, I'd rather not) the Professor scolded me really badly and everyone laughed at me, and the Professor said my work was "Abysmal" as I left class. I don't know what abysmal means.
But enough about nasty classmates and disgusting lessons, no one cares about that ruubissh.
So the other day, I was totally not avoiding some classmates I don't like, and I came across a strange room. It had a chest, and an empty portrait, and a window, and was about 5 1/2 feet wide and long. Really stupidly small in other words. Life's inconvenient. So I was really just touching the curtains, not testing them and messin' with them, just like, "touch, touch!" and it slipped off, and onto my face. Right over me.
Totally scarred me for life. Too dusty an experience.
So I put the curtains over the painting in case whoever was in it came back and would be like, "Ooooh! Professsahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" But while I was seeing if the painting would come off–I mean examining–it fell off. So I stuck it to a different side and covered it with the (really dusty) curtains.
And the Ooh La La!
It looked a different color than the rest, and it was starting to get dark, so I was like, looking super-cool and all "Verdimillious!" and there was lever behind the wall!
So after totally patiently, without cursing or swearing, womanly actions of spells with no kicking involved, like, totally normally, I got the wall to open, and after a tiiiiinyyy amount of difficulty, pulled the lever.
The floor went "whoosh!" like an awesome tomb raider movie and I fell down, landed on a slide, slid down painfully, and landed in the lake! An exciting experience. I did not scream at all. That isn't a lie. It isn't.
Drenched from head to foot, I found that shore wasn't far off, and I quickly got out. The squid and I have some bad blood. It was sort of strange, behind the grounds students usually get out on, and there was a ceiling on top, the place I was in dug into the castle, but I could see I was plainly outside. There was a wall of vines, and I pulled at them, and did the same procedure of the whole Verdimillious thing, and the wall slid open, to reveal a smallish room. Not as small as that one, more small like my bedroom.
It was then, I knew, this would be "'Mondiecee's Secret Lab/Lair"! (I'm still deciding Lab or Lair.)
