The House of Hufflepuff has been the butt of all jokes in the world of Harry Potter. It always seems to be shunned and never really got any glory. The one time anything exciting happened to Hufflepuff, which was in Book 4: Goblet of Fire, their champion ended up dying. Why? Because simply put: he was too nice and loyal. Which isn’t a bad thing, but when your house is notorious for taking in just anybody, well, things like this begin to happen:
I admit, that I was at fault for making of fun of the House quite often. Sure, the House is loyal, but they never seemed to be as glorified as the other three. Gryffindor are known for being a bit of glory hogs, Slytherins are known to be evil — but ambitious!, and Ravenclaws are a bunch of geniuses who are slightly pretentious and odd. I suppose because Hufflepuffs never sought much glory and were so nice, they were easy to pick on.
I’ve always thought of myself as a Ravenclaw. In school, I was the slightly annoying girl who knew all the answers and studied during every waking moment. I loved trivia and was a complete nerd. The only un-Ravenclaw thing about me is that I never flaunted it. Actually, I hated raising my hand to give an answer and only did it if it would save the class from homework. They were grateful, to say the least and nobody ever made fun of me for knowing answers like with Hermione.
So when I went to get Sorted on Pottermore, I was expecting to get Ravenclaw. Gryffindor was out of the question because me and bravery are not synonymous. The first indication that I wouldn’t be a Slytherin came in the form of my wand: Ash with unicorn core. The description for the properties of my wand stated, in short, that the bearer of the wand would be highly unlikely to turn to the Dark Arts. I strode over to the Sorting Hat, brimming with confidence and happily went through the quiz (I believe Rowling made up all the questions for the Sorting). To my horror, I ended up with Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff!
I thought the world was over. How could I have gotten into Hufflepuff?!
But the more I thought about, the more it made sense. My personality leans more into Hufflepuff.
So Hufflepuff, I would like to apologize for all the jokes I’ve ever said about you. There are amazing wizards and witches in the House (including Rowling herself!) and everyone is so friendly and hard working. I’ve accepted it and I’ve even begun to embrace it.