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Bella was in awe of the whole school. She had only heard about it through her siblings, as they described the place in as much detail as they could (at least the ones that would talk to her), who had all come here and had either been in Slytherin or Gryffindor and now here she was, being the different one again in Hufflepuff. She was excited for her House, even if she knew nothing about it but what she had been told by the Prefect at the beginning of the year. All of them seemed very nice, even the Prefect, Page Giles. Ever since the Sorting Ceremony, all of them, even some of the first years, had been fairly nice to her, though she didn't talk to them much, and had not called or strange or made fun of her family history. She was actually comfortable with this house. 

As her personality allowed her to do, each class she went to, she always seemed to be the first one there, much to the astonishment of the teachers, as they were accustom to seeing a Ravenclaw there first. She would just laugh it off, but it did kind of sting, since her Prefect said that Hufflepuffs were just as brilliant as all the other houses. She was sure that she was right. She was enthralled in her studies, making sure that she did everything correctly and to the point, even if it did mean staying up late and losing sleep. She would have to watch that though, because if she slept in, she would be late to her classes, which is never good. 

She had heard through the tables at breakfast that there was supposedly a study group for first years starting up. She pondered this thoughtfully as she approached the barrels into the Hufflepuff dormitories. She pulled out her wand and tapped the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row. “[color=turquoise]He-lga Huf-fle-puff,[/color]” Bella murmured, making sure that she got the pattern right. No one had been drenched in vinegar yet, as far as she had heard. Or smelled. She knew that she didn’t have to say the name, but she wanted to make sure that she got the pattern right. She didn’t want to be the first person to be drenched. 

She crawled through the barrel and popped out into the cozy common room, where a few of the older students were hanging out. She immediately dropped her eyes and head, making sure not to make eye contact with any of them. She hurried up to her dormitory and grabbed her book bag, throwing it over her shoulder. Her black robes swung around her in a rhythmic pattern and she snapped her fingers, remembering why she had come here in the first place, minus to grab her book bag. She pulled out her trunk, unlatching it and flipping it open, and grabbed some sheet music for the piano. She needed to practice at some point this week before she would forget her Sonata. She would have to keep the music in her bag if she were ever to remember. 

Walking back out of her room, she headed back into the common room, where only a few of the older children still sat. She hurried back out the tunnel, making sure that it closed behind her before heading toward the study rooms. The bark colored book back bounced against her back as she made her way hurriedly down the halls. Some idiot was flying down the hallway on a broom, probably showing off to a girl or some friends. She thought it looked interesting. Quidditch had always been an interest of hers, with the flying brooms, but she had never had time for it. Or, at least, her family would never let her play. 

Being as small as she was and the hallway being as big as it was, she was able to make her way through the elder students and other first years a lot faster because she could see the gaps between people and beat them to it before they crossed next to each other. She accidentally bumped into a few people once or twice, apologizing as she hurried off, unable to stop and make sure that they were okay. She hurried to the study room and saw a young blond fellow and a blond girl and a reddish head guy sitting there. She walked up quietly behind them, her chest moving up and down a bit from the fast walk. 

“[color=turquoise]H-hello,[/color]” she said, stuttering a little bit from lack of air and nervousness. “[color=turquoise]Is…is this the study group? I’m Bella Williams and I was hoping to join.[/color]”