Argus Filch was finally retiring from the Caretaker position at Hogwarts
school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had trained his apprentice Amzo
Browning very well and didn't felt like he could do much more for the
school. After the Hogwarts Feast had introduced the new caretaker to the
students, Argus felt he could return home.
On the train, he wondered what he should do now that he was retired. Maybe he and Mrs. Norris could open an antique store. He'd like that. And Argus could use his skill to restore paintings, possible making his own original ones in his free time. Of course they wouldn't be able to move, but maybe he could sell them to Muggles. He'd like that.
When he got off the train, he was surprised to find many of the old students he had disciplined where there to great him with gifts or all sizes.
Argus didn't know what to say as adults told him how he had taught them to work hard, and listen. His arms were full of good luck gifts as he passed through the crowd, his back being pat.
He didn't think he could grin any wider as he listened to the tales the parents said they told their kids about how fearsome the caretaker was and to what their kids had told them about him. He felt rather proud to have such a gruesome reputation.
When he had left the crowd, a woman that Argus couldn't remember ever being a student stopped him. She must have been a good girl that didn't get in much trouble, or started Hogwarts around the same time he became assistant Caretaker for Pringles.
Argus couldn't see any gifts in her possession so he wasn't sure why she had stopped him. She smiled at him and took his hand. They both apparated away to a bedroom that Argus assumed to be her. Argus's inside felt tight and he hoped it was just because he wasn't used to having people apparate him places. The woman picked up her wand and turned her robe into revealing negligee. Argus had no idea what to do, but obviously the woman did.
Gift boxes and envelopes fell to the floor when Argus was pulled onto the bed. She seemed very skilled as she proceeded to make love to him like he had rarely experienced before.
In the morning, Argus put his clothes back one and went downstairs, following the strong scent of food. The woman placed a giant breakfast of eggs, bacon, potatoes, sausage, and fresh pumpkin juice on the table in front of him. When he had finished the huge meal, Argus noticed a Sickle next to his plate.
"What is this Sickle for?" Argus asked her when she returned to the table to give him more sausage. The woman smiled.
She told him, "When I told my husband you were retiring I asked him what we should get you. He said 'Fuck him and give him a sickle.' Breakfast was my idea. "
On the train, he wondered what he should do now that he was retired. Maybe he and Mrs. Norris could open an antique store. He'd like that. And Argus could use his skill to restore paintings, possible making his own original ones in his free time. Of course they wouldn't be able to move, but maybe he could sell them to Muggles. He'd like that.
When he got off the train, he was surprised to find many of the old students he had disciplined where there to great him with gifts or all sizes.
Argus didn't know what to say as adults told him how he had taught them to work hard, and listen. His arms were full of good luck gifts as he passed through the crowd, his back being pat.
He didn't think he could grin any wider as he listened to the tales the parents said they told their kids about how fearsome the caretaker was and to what their kids had told them about him. He felt rather proud to have such a gruesome reputation.
When he had left the crowd, a woman that Argus couldn't remember ever being a student stopped him. She must have been a good girl that didn't get in much trouble, or started Hogwarts around the same time he became assistant Caretaker for Pringles.
Argus couldn't see any gifts in her possession so he wasn't sure why she had stopped him. She smiled at him and took his hand. They both apparated away to a bedroom that Argus assumed to be her. Argus's inside felt tight and he hoped it was just because he wasn't used to having people apparate him places. The woman picked up her wand and turned her robe into revealing negligee. Argus had no idea what to do, but obviously the woman did.
Gift boxes and envelopes fell to the floor when Argus was pulled onto the bed. She seemed very skilled as she proceeded to make love to him like he had rarely experienced before.
In the morning, Argus put his clothes back one and went downstairs, following the strong scent of food. The woman placed a giant breakfast of eggs, bacon, potatoes, sausage, and fresh pumpkin juice on the table in front of him. When he had finished the huge meal, Argus noticed a Sickle next to his plate.
"What is this Sickle for?" Argus asked her when she returned to the table to give him more sausage. The woman smiled.
She told him, "When I told my husband you were retiring I asked him what we should get you. He said 'Fuck him and give him a sickle.' Breakfast was my idea. "