As Wise as a Hufflepuff
written by Bridget Wenlock
Juniper Is a student at Hogwarts. The years are flying by and the end of Hogwarts is getting nearer each day. From potions to the Quidditch cup to possible romances, Juniper spends every day doing something she will remember in hopes of being able to cherish the moments she has left.
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Beozars and Broomsticks
Chapter 2
Five Years Later
I briskly take my seat in Potions class. I have always loved Potions, ever since I was a four year old I would whip up some concoction that accidentally turned my hair green. It was an easy fix for my dad at the time, my muggle mum gaping in disbelief. I smile at the memory and open my Advanced Potions book to page 73 as instructed. Yes, advanced. Well, almost all my classes are advanced. I have Advanced Potions, Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration, and well Arithmancy is advanced by itself.
"Once You are all on page 73 please read the Chapter titled Beozars and their uses. Once you are done I would like a two foot long essay about the Beozar, how it is formed, and what it's uses are," says Professor Slughorn sharply. None of the class groans, this was Advanced Potions, and therefore no one, objected. The class was primarily made up of Ravenclaws, Slytherins, and a few Gryffindors, and Maya and I. Maya has skin the color of the hot chocolate in Hogsmeade Winters, a nose speckled with freckles, rich, dark brown eyes, and dark brown curly hair that she always secures is a bun on the top of her head. Maya is beautiful without trying to be, effortlessly flawless. I read the chapter, intently trying to absorb each word.
A Beozar is a rock that has been passed through the stomach of a goat. Beozars can heal a victim of most poisons. The discovery of the Beozar took place in....
When I finish reading the chapter, the class period is over. I rush to the Lower East Floor and into Greenhouse three. It seems that today we are learning and handling Fanged Geranium. Fanged Geranium is a magical flower with teeth that seem to love to bite one's fingers, I should know from Maya's monologues-lectures more like.
"Hello class, today we will be handling Fanged Geranium. Can anyone tell me the common uses of the flower?" asked Professor Sprout
All the Hufflepuffs in the room raise their hands, and I smirk quietly to myseld
"Miss Wenlock, yes" she exclaims. Maya, is quite distantly related-great, great, grandaughter I believe- to the Hufflepuff Minister Bridget Wenlock, but she carried on the name.
All of a sudden, words spill out from Maya's mouth like water spilled on a table.
"Well technically, the flower is not used, but the teeth or fangs rather are used for making potions such as shrinking solution and can but are not commonly used in cooking."
"Very good Miss Wenlock. 10 points to Hufflepuff." Proffessor Sprout says. Maya beams from ear to ear and looks down to her flower. Maya has always been better at Herbology than I am, and I've learned to let it go. During our first year however, Maya and I had constant knowledge battles. We all have our talents. After the end of class I have been bitten twice and Maya has calmly handled and cared for her flower without getting bitten once.
"Now, can anyone tell me the history of the word Geranium and what it's latin root is?" Professor Sprout asks.
I raise my hand, this is something I do know. There is only one other person raising their hand. It's Peter. Peter and Maya have been my best friends since the first year. We are all three intelligent Hufflepuffs who are in advanced classes and in a "friendly" sort of way that we compete with each other during those classes. My specialty is Potions, Transfiguration, Latin. Maya prefers Herbology, Ancient Runes, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. And, Peter's talents include, Charms, Potions, and Latin.
"Yes, Miss Blackwell," Mrs. Sprout dotes. I turn to look over at Peter and smirk. Then I exclaim,
"Latin geranium, from Greek Geranion, the plant name, the diminutive of Geranos meaning crane from the supposed resemblance of seed pods to cranes' bills; the native name was also cranebill." For me, Life is good, and at the moment, I have to go to Quidditch practice.
Once I enter the Hufflepuff Common room, I walk into my Dormitory, past flyers and banners and decorations I have no care to take a closer look at. As a prefect, it is my duty to regulate content in the common room and dormitory, and Maya claims I take my duty too seriously. I change into my yellow Quidditch robes and braid my fawn colored hair in two dutch braids. Two dutch braids are my athletic hairstyle, it's more tradition than practicality at this point. I then proceed down the steps, meeting up with Maya to head to the broom storage. I palm my Dragonwing broom (it makes the fastest turns) in a matter of moments and begin to walk down to the Great Hall for lunch. Usually one wouldn't walk into the Great hall in Quidditch Robes, but I have special orders from Dean, our Team captain. According to Dean, Gryffindor is practicing at the moment, and I should be there to watch by noon to observe and analyze their practices and teamwork. For now though, I sit, nose in a book, and eat a lunch of warm delicious food finished with a glass of iced pumpkin juice. Afterwards, I walk to the Quidditch pitch with Maya. I watch, hazel eyes ever analyzing as I search the Gryffindor's team for any cracks. Besides the fact that two of the chasers have no idea what to do-second years-it seems we have some fairly good competition. After what seems like hours of Gryffindor's endless practice, our team meets up at last. To be honest, our team is mostly girls, just 4 to 3 though. I play Keeper, Maya acts as a Chaser along with Dean and a towering girl named Kaila. The Johnson siblings play beaters. They are both about the same size. Their names are Annabelle and Alex, and they always look prepared for any challenge. They both have the same shining black hair, tanned skin and gleaming blue eyes. Of course, then there is our Seeker Thomas, a a small pale boy with red hair. Somedays, I swear I can see ever vein in Thomas' body, but he's the best Seeker we've had in years. Thomas is the youngest member on our team, a third year. Kaila and Annabelle and Alex are all fourth years, and Dean is a Seventh year. Maya and I are fifth years. Gryffindor finally clears from the field, As we fly through the air, sun warming my skin and a breeze blowing my hair, I feel ultimate resolve. I'm so high up, away from classes, and stress, and a prefect's duty. Perhaps the sky is my safehaven. And, as we practice for the whole free period I feel as though I could take on any challenge.
I briskly take my seat in Potions class. I have always loved Potions, ever since I was a four year old I would whip up some concoction that accidentally turned my hair green. It was an easy fix for my dad at the time, my muggle mum gaping in disbelief. I smile at the memory and open my Advanced Potions book to page 73 as instructed. Yes, advanced. Well, almost all my classes are advanced. I have Advanced Potions, Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration, and well Arithmancy is advanced by itself.
"Once You are all on page 73 please read the Chapter titled Beozars and their uses. Once you are done I would like a two foot long essay about the Beozar, how it is formed, and what it's uses are," says Professor Slughorn sharply. None of the class groans, this was Advanced Potions, and therefore no one, objected. The class was primarily made up of Ravenclaws, Slytherins, and a few Gryffindors, and Maya and I. Maya has skin the color of the hot chocolate in Hogsmeade Winters, a nose speckled with freckles, rich, dark brown eyes, and dark brown curly hair that she always secures is a bun on the top of her head. Maya is beautiful without trying to be, effortlessly flawless. I read the chapter, intently trying to absorb each word.
A Beozar is a rock that has been passed through the stomach of a goat. Beozars can heal a victim of most poisons. The discovery of the Beozar took place in....
When I finish reading the chapter, the class period is over. I rush to the Lower East Floor and into Greenhouse three. It seems that today we are learning and handling Fanged Geranium. Fanged Geranium is a magical flower with teeth that seem to love to bite one's fingers, I should know from Maya's monologues-lectures more like.
"Hello class, today we will be handling Fanged Geranium. Can anyone tell me the common uses of the flower?" asked Professor Sprout
All the Hufflepuffs in the room raise their hands, and I smirk quietly to myseld
"Miss Wenlock, yes" she exclaims. Maya, is quite distantly related-great, great, grandaughter I believe- to the Hufflepuff Minister Bridget Wenlock, but she carried on the name.
All of a sudden, words spill out from Maya's mouth like water spilled on a table.
"Well technically, the flower is not used, but the teeth or fangs rather are used for making potions such as shrinking solution and can but are not commonly used in cooking."
"Very good Miss Wenlock. 10 points to Hufflepuff." Proffessor Sprout says. Maya beams from ear to ear and looks down to her flower. Maya has always been better at Herbology than I am, and I've learned to let it go. During our first year however, Maya and I had constant knowledge battles. We all have our talents. After the end of class I have been bitten twice and Maya has calmly handled and cared for her flower without getting bitten once.
"Now, can anyone tell me the history of the word Geranium and what it's latin root is?" Professor Sprout asks.
I raise my hand, this is something I do know. There is only one other person raising their hand. It's Peter. Peter and Maya have been my best friends since the first year. We are all three intelligent Hufflepuffs who are in advanced classes and in a "friendly" sort of way that we compete with each other during those classes. My specialty is Potions, Transfiguration, Latin. Maya prefers Herbology, Ancient Runes, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. And, Peter's talents include, Charms, Potions, and Latin.
"Yes, Miss Blackwell," Mrs. Sprout dotes. I turn to look over at Peter and smirk. Then I exclaim,
"Latin geranium, from Greek Geranion, the plant name, the diminutive of Geranos meaning crane from the supposed resemblance of seed pods to cranes' bills; the native name was also cranebill." For me, Life is good, and at the moment, I have to go to Quidditch practice.
Once I enter the Hufflepuff Common room, I walk into my Dormitory, past flyers and banners and decorations I have no care to take a closer look at. As a prefect, it is my duty to regulate content in the common room and dormitory, and Maya claims I take my duty too seriously. I change into my yellow Quidditch robes and braid my fawn colored hair in two dutch braids. Two dutch braids are my athletic hairstyle, it's more tradition than practicality at this point. I then proceed down the steps, meeting up with Maya to head to the broom storage. I palm my Dragonwing broom (it makes the fastest turns) in a matter of moments and begin to walk down to the Great Hall for lunch. Usually one wouldn't walk into the Great hall in Quidditch Robes, but I have special orders from Dean, our Team captain. According to Dean, Gryffindor is practicing at the moment, and I should be there to watch by noon to observe and analyze their practices and teamwork. For now though, I sit, nose in a book, and eat a lunch of warm delicious food finished with a glass of iced pumpkin juice. Afterwards, I walk to the Quidditch pitch with Maya. I watch, hazel eyes ever analyzing as I search the Gryffindor's team for any cracks. Besides the fact that two of the chasers have no idea what to do-second years-it seems we have some fairly good competition. After what seems like hours of Gryffindor's endless practice, our team meets up at last. To be honest, our team is mostly girls, just 4 to 3 though. I play Keeper, Maya acts as a Chaser along with Dean and a towering girl named Kaila. The Johnson siblings play beaters. They are both about the same size. Their names are Annabelle and Alex, and they always look prepared for any challenge. They both have the same shining black hair, tanned skin and gleaming blue eyes. Of course, then there is our Seeker Thomas, a a small pale boy with red hair. Somedays, I swear I can see ever vein in Thomas' body, but he's the best Seeker we've had in years. Thomas is the youngest member on our team, a third year. Kaila and Annabelle and Alex are all fourth years, and Dean is a Seventh year. Maya and I are fifth years. Gryffindor finally clears from the field, As we fly through the air, sun warming my skin and a breeze blowing my hair, I feel ultimate resolve. I'm so high up, away from classes, and stress, and a prefect's duty. Perhaps the sky is my safehaven. And, as we practice for the whole free period I feel as though I could take on any challenge.
