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Hogwarts was much better then Beauxbatons. It had welcoming people and different uniforms. The girls and boys talked while the first years were right outside the great hall doors. I was with the first years since i just transferred here. We all walked inside the Great Hall. There were candles floating and the ceiling was bewitched to look like the sky. It was beautiful...

"Hey Hazel! Hope you get sorted into Gryffindor!" A voice cried out.

"O-okay.." I said as I held a thumbs up.

"Hey sis!" Cedric said as I passed by.

I just smiled awkwardly. Having to be here was enough anxiety with a lot of people. New people aren't a fear, more like an anxiety turn on. People were whispering about seeing another Diggory. They never thought the day would come, but to their surprise..It did.

"Hazel Diggory?" Professor Mcgonagall said. I walked up the three steps and sat on the stool. Professor Mcgonagall put the hat on my head and-

"Ahhh. Another Diggory I see..." The Sorting Hat contemplated, "I know just what to do with you....HUFFLEPUFF!"

Everyone clapped and I sat down at the Hufflepuff table. Everyone there was so welcoming and nice. I mean, that's what the house is known for.

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The common room was so wonderful. It had everything a Hufflepuff would like; plants and seeds, pots and soil, and even a nice and cozy fireplace. It was the definition of beautiful..

"Enjoying the view?" Cedric said behind me.

"Yeah..Guess you caught me" I said barely paying attention to the conversation, "Who is the owner of the house again?"

"Helga Hufflepuff." A student said walking in.

"H-hi?" I said.

"Dont be scared, sis." Cedric said before leaving.

"It's fine! My name is Hannah Aboot!"

"Hey there, anyway..Bye." I said going into the girls dormitory

There were two rooms, left and right, and each had 6 beds. They had bathrooms connected to and had a resting room when you walk in. They were decorated carefully to please any eye. When you walk in, you see that all your stuff was packed from the train. It was the definition of beauty...

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