"Hey! Wendy!" Someone yell after me.

I turn on my heals, finding Stan there.

"Getting better at turning, eh?" He asks.

I laugh.

"Nice to see you," he says.

I laugh.

"It's nice to see you too. Aren't your Hufflepuff buddies going to be mad about you talking to me?" I ask.

Stan laughs.

"We're the house above hating you, thank you very much," Stan says.

I laugh again.

"You shouldn't be. What if I kill you in your sleep?" I ask.

Stan laughs this time.

"Then I can say that I got killed by an angel," he says.

"Smooth," I say, laughing again.

"I don't know why I said that. I just felt like it," he says.

I giggle.

"You're a funny dude," I say.

"So are you," he says.

He suddenly looks like he fucked something up badly.

"I mean, you're a funny gal. Oh fuck, I'm not Irish, you're a funny girl?" He asks.

I laugh again, this time way harder.

"Your... your face. When you realised that mistake, you just fucking-," I say.

"Don't die on me! I don't know how to give proper CPR!" He says.

I roll my eyes.

"You'll do better than me, I would probably stab you to death due to being so stressed out by the possibility you could die," I say.

"And I'm never going to die in front of you. Yeah bye," Stan says.

"Nooo! Don't go!" I say.

I start making the noise of a pig from laughing so much.

"Oh Godric, I'm terrifying when I laugh too much," I say.

"Where does 'Oh Godric' come from?" Stan asks.

"You never mentioned you're a mu-ggleborn," I say.

"I must've," He says.

"Then not clearly enough. Okay. Godric Gryffindor, He is one of the four founders of Hogwarts. With Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff-," I start.

Stan laughs.

"All is them have such weird ass names and then there's 'Helga'. I swear to God, that's the most hilarious thing I've heard. Godric, Rowena, Salazar... and Helga," Stan says.

"Why is it funny?" I ask.

He calms down.

"Continue," He says.

"Okay, they all made Hogwarts together. Salazar wanted pure bloods, which means, in it's most basic form, very incest full families. But like, three others said 'Fuck no' and drove him away. All of them are, obviously, dead. Hogwarts is a bit old to for them to be alive," I say.

"Oh but isn't there a place called Godric's Hollow somewhere?" He asks.

"Smart. Yes, he was born there. But who gives a shit about him? They're fucking awesome and there is Godric, who pretends to be perfect. Helga was badass, Rowena was really fucking smart and Salazar was a fucking asshole. Godric just... existed. Like. Why? What did you do for the school?" I ask.

"Oh so that's why nobody needs Gryffindors? Nobody needed them in the first place," Stan says.

"Awfully mean from someone whose good friends are Gryffindors," I say.

He laughs.

"It wasn't really serious. Wouldn't want them to get offended," he says.

I roll my eyes.

"I could say it, straight up," I say.

I raise my voice.

"Nobody needs Gryffindors!" I say.

"Shut up, you blood purist!" A sixth year Gryffindor screams to me.

"Well, apparently insulting a house full of pure bloods is now making me a blood purist," I say.

"It's not right to call them useless either," Stan says.

"You're such a sweet child. Look, it's always been like this. Slytherins get fucked by the Gryffindors and we fuck Gryffindors over," I say.

Stan sighs.

"And you enforce it?" He asks.

"Not particularly but it's just teasing. Gryffindors, they answer with pure hatred. Just because I have a green tie doesn't mean I am particularly against muggleborns. Most of us are joking," I say.

"That's... awful," he says.

"If I could count the times Gryffindors started yelling after us for doing nothing. Sure, us starting it is sometimes serious and some Gryffindors are fine but most of the time, we are just testing their nerves. When you're brave, you're often also rash in your choices," I say.

"How are the teachers not on this?" Stan asks, surprised.

"Ask, which houses all the teachers other than the house heads were. I will bet that you have the theme understood by the time you ask our dear headmaster," I say.

"I'm pretty stupid, so, wouldn't bet on it," he says.

"Well, i'll explain. We have one slytherin and 4 Gryffindor. Gryffindors also have headmaster and the vise headmaster, both of which are the people that could change our sleeping place, make us go to the dungeon and also keep choosing Gryffindor teachers. Or a couple of Ravenclaws with good luck, maybe a Hufflepuff now and again," I say.

"Maybe... maybe there are just a lot of Gryffindors trying to become teachers?" Stan asks.

"Won't deny that it is a bigger number than Slytherins. But Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs? Especially Hufflepuffs! That's unheard of. Brave people will seek glory and being a professor doesn't exactly scream glory to me," i say.

Stan rolls his eyes.

"There might not be a lot of Hufflepuffs," Stan says.

"Checked. You Hufflepuffs have the same amount, if not more, than Gryffindors from the last one hundred years. Trust me, that isn't going to be it," I say.

"I don't know then. Gryffindors don't seem particularly prejudiced," Stan says.

I roll my eyes.

"Making a house for the 'brave and heroic' is almost immediately putting out people with major anxiety or other, very alike, illnesses. All of the houses are prejudiced, expect yours. Hufflepuff didn't take the rest, like oh so many people like to think. She took the ones that weren't against other people," I say.

"Stan, we need you," Kenny says.

He waves at me before dragging Stan away.

"See you!" Stan yells to me.

"See you too!" I yell.

"Now that you're done which your boyfriend," Patty says.

She drags me away into a compartment.