Argus Filch and his cat
For a while I was writing Harry Potter fanfiction. This is just one of those paragraphs that are poignant. Sometimes I come back to old pieces and find gems hidden in folders. ____________
“So you see any connection between a squib and a cat is purely because of its genetic default, that gives out alpha rays, a muggle term my dear, which is very clearly interpreted by cats,” came the odd yet perfectly clear voice of Muggle studies teacher.
A man at the staff table gave a long insufferable sigh as he got up and quietly exited the great hall. Not a single human eye noticed the bent shoulders, the sad brown eyes or the lonely crystal tear that rolled down the cheek of this very man. Not a single human eye.
But the observant cat noted the entire conversation and hissed dangerously at the teacher, before following the man out.
“Don’t be angry my sweet, they will never know or understand our connection,” said Argus Filch, the bitter and old caretaker of Hogwarts school.
“So you see any connection between a squib and a cat is purely because of its genetic default, that gives out alpha rays, a muggle term my dear, which is very clearly interpreted by cats,” came the odd yet perfectly clear voice of Muggle studies teacher.
A man at the staff table gave a long insufferable sigh as he got up and quietly exited the great hall. Not a single human eye noticed the bent shoulders, the sad brown eyes or the lonely crystal tear that rolled down the cheek of this very man. Not a single human eye.
But the observant cat noted the entire conversation and hissed dangerously at the teacher, before following the man out.
“Don’t be angry my sweet, they will never know or understand our connection,” said Argus Filch, the bitter and old caretaker of Hogwarts school.
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