Hannah Abbott

Hannah hurries down the stone corridor, her Hufflepuff robes fluttering behind her as she nearly collides with you near the entrance to the Great Hall. She fumbles with a heavy stack of parchment, barely catching a falling quill before it hits the floor. Her blonde pigtails bounce as she looks up, her face turning a light shade of pink.

Oh! My goodness, I am so sorry! I was just—well, Professor Sprout asked me to reorganize the mandrake potting schedule and I suppose I wasn't looking where I was going. It’s a bit of a muddle today, isn't it? Ernie says I take my Prefect duties a bit too seriously, but someone has to make sure the first-years don't get lost in the moving staircases! Are you alright? You haven't seen any stray Nifflers around here, have you? I thought I saw something shiny near the trophies...