TONGUE TIED BY QUEENSPUPPET
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Tongue Tied by queenspuppet
Novel Rating: Mature Chapters: 25
Calliope DeSole is not your average Remus Lupin fan girl. She doesn't giggle or smile at him when he walks by, she ducks around a corner. In fact, it's a difficult task getting her to talk to anyone. What's a voluntary mute to do when repeatedly shoved into situations with her secret crush?
Era: Marauders Characters: Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC Pairings: Remus/OC, James/Lily, Sirius/OC Status: COMPLETED (89858 words)
Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
TONGUE TIED BY QUEENSPUPPET
Chapter 1 : Anatomy of a Hufflepuff
Rating: Mature Chapter Reviews: 55
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The schnazy image you're oggling is by a contemplator @TDA
My name is Calliope DeSole and I am a Hufflepuff. I know what you think of Hufflepuffs, all Hufflepuffs know what you think of Hufflepuffs. That we are the leftovers. That because we are not Ambitious we are lazy, because we are not Clever we are dumb, and because we are not Brave we are cowardly. Loyal, you say. Hufflepuffs are Loyal, with a capital L, as if that makes up for it. But when you say Loyal what you really mean is lazy, dumb and cowardly.
Do you want to know what the Sorting Hat said to me as I sat, terrified and stunned by the looks of the students staring at me? It said, "You're a toss up. Where would you like to go?" Ridiculous system if you ask me, who's to say what trait defines us at age eleven? And why should it be a hat? I looked around the room at the different tables. At Ravenclaw I saw boredom; what did they care if a runt like me joined their prestigious ranks? At Slytherin I saw cruelty, they were just waiting to haze to the first years, I could tell already. And at Gryffindor I saw a crowd of proud, pompous teenagers who thought too much of themselves. And I knew already that I thought too little of myself. But at the last table I saw a sort of awkward hospitality, a genialness that comes only from being outcasts together.
A Hufflepuff,
I told the hat. I will be a Hufflepuff.
Loyalty has very little to do with being a Hufflepuff. Acceptance, patience, and a sort of pleasant knowledge that our houses won't matter once we graduate are the things we have in common. That our unspoken exile will end in time and we will come out without scars or false opinions of ourselves. Without having driven ourselves to madness with studying, without resigning our lives to acts of good or acts of evil. We will not be Ambitious or Brave or Clever because those things are all too large for someone of eleven or seventeen. We will simply be exactly who we were when we stepped up to the Sorting Hat and accepted our fate of Simplicity.
Hufflepuffs are Simple. And I mean that in the most complex way possible.
I am Calliope and I am a simple person. Well, I aspire to be a simple person. Teenage hormones make simplicity rather difficult. I am good at Astronomy and Potions because I have a methodical brain, the Ravenclaw in me I suppose. I enjoy Fall and Spring most out of the seasons because they are the most colorful. My father works in the Muggle Studies department of the Ministry so our home is an odd assortment of Muggle contraptions, like record players, and wizarding tricks, like a piano enchanted to play on it's own. My mother is pureblooded and my father is...close, but we would fall under the category of "blood traitors". My parents are incredibly gentle people despite having come from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and they are probably the wizarding equivalent of Hippies. I am in love with Remus Lupin.
