The entrance to the common room is concealed in a stack of large barrels in a nook on the right hand side of the kitchen corridor, which is one floor below ground level (this is also known as Hufflepuff Basement). Tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, in the rhythm of ‘Helga Hufflepuff’, and the lid will swing open. We are the only house at Hogwarts that also has a repelling device for would-be intruders. If the wrong lid is tapped, or if the rhythm of the tapping is wrong, the illegal entrant is doused in vinegar. Like badgers, we know exactly how to lie low — and how to defend ourselves. Once you've opened the barrel, crawl inside and along the passageway behind it, and you will emerge into the cosiest common room of them all. It is round and earthy and low-ceilinged; it always feels sunny, and its circular windows have a view of rippling grass and dandelions. There is a lot of burnished copper about the place, and many plants, which either hang from the ceiling or sit on the windowsills. The Herbology Professor brings the most interesting specimens (some of which dance and talk) to decorate our room — one reason why Hufflepuffs are often very good at Herbology. Our overstuffed sofas and chairs are upholstered in yellow and black, and our dormitories are reached through round doors in the walls of the common room. Copper lamps cast a warm light over our four-posters, all of which are covered in patchwork quilts, and copper bed warmers hang on the walls, should you have cold feet.
He walked in from classes and took a seat across from... well, he couldn't remember her name. "How's that going?" he asked, gesturing to the skirt.
Maeva Fairchild-Fifth Year "Politeness is wise." – 03:07, January 2, 2015 (UTC)
She was about to pop her finger in her mouth before she stopped herself on account of that not being a ladylike thing to do. "Mmm?" She looked up, almost surprised. "Oh, this raggedy thing? Not... very well."
"Well, I bet you're coming along better than I could hope to," he said, flashing a grin.
Maeva Fairchild-Fifth Year "Politeness is wise." – 03:18, January 2, 2015 (UTC)
Maeva shrugged, looking around the room for her wand before she realized she'd left them in her room. "I'm very sorry, I must go get my wand," Maeva said, taking the opportunity to leave the conversation and draping her skirt over the back of the chair.
He stood as well. "Wait, I'm sorry. Have I said something to make you uncomfortable?"
Maeva Fairchild-Fifth Year "Politeness is wise." – 03:26, January 2, 2015 (UTC)
"I've pricked my finger and I'd rather not get blood on my skirt and wait for it to heal on it's own," Maeva replied as she disappeared up a set of stairs. A few moments later, she returned, peeking her head out from behind a wall to see if he was still there.
He visibly exhaled to know that he wouldn't have offended someone else as well. "I'm a Hufflepuff," he said with a grin. "Same as you. This is where we usually congregate, is it not? Or have the badgers selected somewhere else?"
Maeva Fairchild-Fifth Year "Politeness is wise." – 03:43, January 2, 2015 (UTC)
She laughed, feeling a bit stupid. "No, we haven't." She said, "Though you'll probably find a bunch of hungry younger years in the kitchens, trying to sneak food,"
Maeva Fairchild-Fifth Year "Politeness is wise." – 04:22, January 2, 2015 (UTC)
She laid her project down for the moment, taking the time to choose her words delicately. "I wouldn't really be able to tell you. I don't know him all that well myself." She gave him an apologetic smile.
He instantly felt bad. He wasn't used to be so put off, but he could tell he wasn't really wanted any further. "My apologies," he said, standing. "I should be getting up to my room to do some studying anyway. It was lovely to be acquainted with you, Miss Fairchild."
Maeva Fairchild-Fifth Year "Politeness is wise." – 04:37, January 2, 2015 (UTC)
She nodded politely as he left, recovering just enough to say "And I, you, Mister Lisieux," without stuttering or any obvious amount of blushing.