“I think you be a very good fit for Hufflepuff.” Lucy confirmed as if she were the definitive person on the matter, truthfully she hardly knew the girl, but if her mother had just died and she wanted to be in Hufflepuff… well then who was Lucy to say otherwise.

Black ribbon did seem dreadful, Lucy had to agree with the girl’s voice, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be in black all the time. She hoped she didn’t have to find out soon. The last time she’d been in mourning she’d only been a year old and luckily she didn’t remember it. “At least there are different types of ribbons, I think a lacy one might accent your dress nicely.” Lucy could hear a whine in the girl’s voice, maybe acting as if she were very excited about ribbons of any color would help the poor dear.