Said Hufflepuff, “I’ll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same.”
I look back across the years to the seven-year-old wizard who spent hours in his bedroom dismembering Horklumps and I envy him the journeys to come. […] That grubby Horklumps-encrusted boy would track, as he grew up, the beasts described in the following pages.
(He) was dark-haired, with a square jaw and coarse, pale skin. He might have been handsome had his features been less set, or his eyes, behind the glasses, less expressionless and blank. He wore dark English suits and carried an umbrella (a bizarre sight in Hampden) and he walked stiffly through the throngs of hippies and beatniks and preppies and punks with the self-conscious formality of an old ballerina, surprising in one so large as he. “Henry Winter,” said my friends when I pointed him out, at a distance, making a wide circle to avoid a group of bongo players on the lawn.
(The Secret History - Donna Tartt)
"I can only say to you, that I would not be at all disappointed to be sorted into Hufflepuff House." - J.K. Rowling
300 FAVORITE MOVIES (in no particular order)
200. Midnight in Paris (2011)
"That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me"