Meet Professor H

Professor H, at your service.

I belong to the generous and just house of Hufflepuff, founded by Helga Hufflepuff and home to the late, great Cedric Diggory (I hear he's been reincarnated into a vampire, but that may just be scuttlebutt...). The Sorting Hat got it right with me. Let me offer a scenario to explain why:

If I were to, say, wind up on the forbidden third floor of Hogwarts and run into, say, a three-headed dog named Fluffy, I would instantly wish for:

1) The Gryffindor courage to level my wand at the beast and fight it off.
2) The Ravenclaw brains to conjure a pencil into an enormous doggie treat with which to distract said dog.
3) The Slytherin sense of self-preservation which would lead me to fling Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, at one of the dog's heads to ensure my safe getaway, and ridding the school of that horrid cat.

While I would wish for these qualities, the truth is that I would land in a dead faint at the dog's feet, and then, Merlin only knows what my fate would be.

This is not to say that Hufflepuffs are cowards, though I am of the more chicken-y sort. We are just and hardworking, and above all else, loyal to the ones we love. There can be no greater gifts that those.