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.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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A Very Snowy Solstice
Chapter 8
It was December 21, The Winter Solstice. The snow was building up and when anyone looked out the window they saw frost and snow flakes falling that looked like little feathers in the wind. No one had any indoor Snowball fights again. Peter and I decided to walk to the lake and look at the snowy, white Winter in front of us. My hair was Curly from sleeping in braids and it and my Hufflepuff beanie kept my head warm. I also wore my Hufflepuff Scarf and a sweater, a warm coat, and boots that kept my feet warm. Peter and I sat against the Trunk of the tree and Talked about life.
"Do you remember that time when my potion exploded and I had burns all over my face" Peter says
"Yeah, Madame Pomfrey got so mad because you did it again. It looked really painful and Professor Slughorn was not very happy about it either. So he partnered you and I together and You never got burnt again." I say. We begin to laugh and recall other memories from our past years. I am definitely going to miss Hogwarts when I am gone. There were so many memories of my life here, but I won't forget, no matter what.
"It's so beautiful" Peter says looking at the frozen lake. Then, he looks at me and he looks like he wants to say something but he doesn't. I feel the blush rise up my neck but I doubt he can see it because the Winter cold has already made my cheeks rosy.
"Let's go get some Butterbeer from The Three Broomsticks. I'll pay for it." I tell Peter.
"No I can pay" Peter say.
"I will."
"No I will"
"We should split the cost equally"
"Okay"
"Okay" I smile then say,
"This is a very Hufflepuff Conversation.
"Your right." Peter says.
"I know" I say and he laughs. We begin to walk towards Hogsmeade. I am in front, the thought of warm Butterbeer pushing me forwards. Then, I feel something hard hit me and send a wet chill down my spine. I turn around and Peter throws another Snowball at me. I Form a Snowball and throw it at his face. It hits my target and Peter shivers. We have a long, cold, and wet Snowball fight, the only satisfaction when we hit one another. Luckily, I have an advantage. I am small, and kind of short. And he is tall and bigger than me. It is harder to hit me than it is to hit him. I add the fact that as a keeper I am fast, so I run around and he misses most of his throws. Finally, we are done, both too cold and wet to do anything other than walk towards the Three Broomsticks. When we arrive I feel instantly better. The room is warm due to the large Fireplace and the heats of hundreds of bodies around us. We each order our own Butterbeer and the Warmth spreads through me like I was drinking liquid Fire. We drink the Butterbeer in silence and when we finish, we both are warm and full the taste of buttery warmth lingering in our mouth. Then, we walk back to the castle. But, we pass Madame Puddifoot's Tea shop where many couples are snogging. Peter makes a Disgusted face. I grab his shoulder and pull him away from the window before he can say anything else. We walk through the powdery snow through the wooden doors of Hogwarts. After we have both Changed into warm, dry clothes, we collapse on the Hufflepuff Sofa and read next to the Fire. Even Peter is reading. It was a good and beautiful day that shines a little golden light in my heart and makes me feel good. It also makes me think of when Peter said the snow was beautiful and then looked at me. Does he think I am beautiful too?
"Do you remember that time when my potion exploded and I had burns all over my face" Peter says
"Yeah, Madame Pomfrey got so mad because you did it again. It looked really painful and Professor Slughorn was not very happy about it either. So he partnered you and I together and You never got burnt again." I say. We begin to laugh and recall other memories from our past years. I am definitely going to miss Hogwarts when I am gone. There were so many memories of my life here, but I won't forget, no matter what.
"It's so beautiful" Peter says looking at the frozen lake. Then, he looks at me and he looks like he wants to say something but he doesn't. I feel the blush rise up my neck but I doubt he can see it because the Winter cold has already made my cheeks rosy.
"Let's go get some Butterbeer from The Three Broomsticks. I'll pay for it." I tell Peter.
"No I can pay" Peter say.
"I will."
"No I will"
"We should split the cost equally"
"Okay"
"Okay" I smile then say,
"This is a very Hufflepuff Conversation.
"Your right." Peter says.
"I know" I say and he laughs. We begin to walk towards Hogsmeade. I am in front, the thought of warm Butterbeer pushing me forwards. Then, I feel something hard hit me and send a wet chill down my spine. I turn around and Peter throws another Snowball at me. I Form a Snowball and throw it at his face. It hits my target and Peter shivers. We have a long, cold, and wet Snowball fight, the only satisfaction when we hit one another. Luckily, I have an advantage. I am small, and kind of short. And he is tall and bigger than me. It is harder to hit me than it is to hit him. I add the fact that as a keeper I am fast, so I run around and he misses most of his throws. Finally, we are done, both too cold and wet to do anything other than walk towards the Three Broomsticks. When we arrive I feel instantly better. The room is warm due to the large Fireplace and the heats of hundreds of bodies around us. We each order our own Butterbeer and the Warmth spreads through me like I was drinking liquid Fire. We drink the Butterbeer in silence and when we finish, we both are warm and full the taste of buttery warmth lingering in our mouth. Then, we walk back to the castle. But, we pass Madame Puddifoot's Tea shop where many couples are snogging. Peter makes a Disgusted face. I grab his shoulder and pull him away from the window before he can say anything else. We walk through the powdery snow through the wooden doors of Hogwarts. After we have both Changed into warm, dry clothes, we collapse on the Hufflepuff Sofa and read next to the Fire. Even Peter is reading. It was a good and beautiful day that shines a little golden light in my heart and makes me feel good. It also makes me think of when Peter said the snow was beautiful and then looked at me. Does he think I am beautiful too?
