Hufflepuff the Useless.
Slytherin the Evil.
The two shunned houses that stick together have three rules.
1.Do not touch the other Puffs, or we will murder you.
2. Do not shun the Snakes, or we will eat you alive.
3. If you're friends with a member of the other house, don't let anything come before them. Not even house rivalry.

And Giles Odell, yes, that means even house rivalry with an annoying Gryffindor.

Wait.

He insulted who?

Okay, kick his ass.

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"Dear Mr. Odell,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress"

    "...Dad? We got a weird letter! Some school acceptance thing?"

    The confused blonde called out to his father again, after getting no response. The eleven year old slicked back his hair with his hand, letting the rings press against his scalpe, a spothing habit he did in his confusion. His other hand held the letter, which he had to constantly move to keep his pet boa, wrapped around his neck like a scaly scarf, from attempting to lick.

    He didn't understand this letter too greatly. School? His mother had told him about wizarding schools, but he never signed up for one. He didn't want to! Why have some snobby teachers teach him magic when he could learn it himself? Besides, he already knew a good bit! Plus, his mother was the best psychic and medium in all of England! She could just homeschool him on these spells! Then he could keep going to his normal school!

    ...Alright. Maybe his concern was more that he didn't want to combine his magic and nonmagical life anymore than what was already default. Truth was, he knew no magic. But he never liked the idea of it. It put his mum in the hospital, after all! He was honestly scared to get anymore into this strange wizarding world that he was born into, with one foot in, one foot out, and no choice but to wait until he was eleven to decide which foot to take out.

    He heard his father gasp, and well, the rest was history.

    All that was needed to know was that by the time he got out of his first year, he was still standing spread-legged; One leg in this wizard world, and one leg out.

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    Dear, M// Belamy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

    "Moma! Popa! I got in! I got in!"He yelled. He was tripping over cats as he ran up to the sunroom where his mother and father were reading. They grinned, and they asked him, when would you like to head to Diagon to get your stuff? Putting down the letter, Kenzie signed back, tomorrow?

    His mother grinned, and his father lifted a hand to hold his. Of course, he signed to his son, with one good hand.

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    "But you'll never be any good, will you? Not while dressed in those robes, hm?"They mocked. They followed the Slytherin. These three Gryffindors ALWAYS followed Giles. The leader of them was a some red headed prick. They would scream slurs and mock him for his house. He didn't care too much anymore. They'd been doing it for a full year, after all.

    Well, it was at least better than when he came across Potter and his gang. They always stared at him like he was a threat. Well, they looked at all Slytherin like that. They always looked so scared and suspicious to him.

    It annoyed him, how the Gryffindors seemed hell bent as putting all Slytherin as bad guys and villains. In some ways, it was understandable, of course. Bloody fucking Voldemort was a Slytherin. But so was Merlin himself! God, just screw them with a bolt in general.

    "Death Eater!"Screamed that stupid, mindless, Quidditch player. Hahaha. Because he had never in his life heard that one before. Of course not. He had expected that insult. But there was one factor he didn't expect.

    "Don't you dare call Giles a Death Eater!"

    Turning around, no, whipping around, he was surprised to see the little (still cute) hufflepuff first year that he'd saved twice marching up quite angrily.

    "Hey, stay out of this. I appreciate it all, but it ain't your battle."Giles said this like a robot, overcome with shock, but not wanting the 'Puff to get involved with this fight. Surprisingly, though, the leader instantly backed from the fight. But his goons were another story entirely.

    "What do you know about Death Eaters, lil' Puffy Puff! Go run back underground and play with some flowers, the big houses are talking!"They mocked. Giles's head whipped back towards them. Did they have a sort of death wish? Twice now you've messed with this kid, and twice it's bitten you in the ass. More specifically, he thought slyly, I've bitten you two in the ass.

    "I know more about Death Eaters than you'll ever think you know."The Hufflepuff growled in a dangerous voice, and the Slytherin silently pulled out his wand. He knew that this would most likely end in a duel. But his eyebrow raised.

    "And what is that, sweetheart?"They mocked him now. Giles was taking steps forward. He hoped that these three liked the renovations Madam Pomfrey had made to the hospital, because of they called his Hufflepuff a mockingly endearing name one more time--

    "Well I'd tell you but then we'd be here all day. My parents were Death Eaters, after all."

    "..."Everyone was silent. Giles's muscles went slack, from where they were tightened from the anticipation of a fight. He was surprised, to say the very least. Finally, the leader regained his long lost relevance and conscious, and he dragged away his henchmen, looking pathetic.

    "Hey, Hufflepuff."Giles addressed the angered and shaking student, a year below him.

    "No, I won't tell you!"

    "I was going to ask for your name. I mean, it's kind of bad that you just made up for me saving your ass but I still don't have your name."

    "... O-oh! It- It's Kenzie! Kenzie Bellamy!" He did a little bow, and Giles couldn't prevent a smile. God, this kid. He got on one knee, took his hand, and kissed it, as a retribution to his overdramatics.

    "And I am Giles Odell. Fantastic to finally have your name."He said, in an overly proper voice. Standing back up, he shrugged his shoulders.

    "Anyway, where's your next class? I'll walk you if it's with Gryffindor." He peered at him, and noticed his face was reddish. Oh well.