June 11, 1978
I finally did it, I finally beat those kids at their own game. Those nasty boys were talking about some map, yet when I got closer, they were crowded around some black piece of parchment. I tapped Mister I'm-So-High-And-Mighty on the shoulder and held out my hand for the parchment, regardless of what it was. 'Course, that led to them mocking me and trying to convince me that it was what it looked like, just an old bit of parchment. But I knew better, I may not be able to do magic, but I've still got my brains and intuition. I'm sure there's SOMETHING on this piece of parchment, probably that map they were talking about. Showed the parchment to Professor Dumbledore of course, but he couldn't (or possibly just WOULDN'T) make anything happen. Imagine that, the "greatest" wizard of all time, unable to beat some stupid prank made by a bunch of irresponsible students. Can't unravel the….mysteries of the thing. Probably a proper bit of magic on it, so I wouldn't be able to make anything happen, but it's probably their kind of magic, not the normal kind like the rest of those insensible students. Those four use some kind of…trickster magic of something.
I haven't got those boys yet, but when I do…when I do, victory is going to be sweet, and I'll record every last detail of the time I, Argus Filch, defeated those wretched magic-wielding kids who have absolutely No respect for all the work I do around here. I clean mud off those floors ever ten minutes! I swear, I need to learn some proper magic to work here.
It's almost time for bed, which means one of the best parts of my day. I can finally go around the school without all the noise and shoving of the students, without having to worry about anyone stepping on Mrs. Norris. Yet, what really makes my day is when I catch a student or two out of bed, meeting up secretly so as to hide from their friends or they're playing a game, or whatever excuses I was told yesterday. There's really no greater joy for me than to catch those nasty students, though then they blame everything on me for getting them into trouble. How can they all be so dimwitted?
But I like to remember that boy. Riddle. He was always a good boy, a bit odd, but he helped me clean so often that I could forgive some of that oddness. And I'm not going to be the one to tarnish his memory, he's doing that perfectly well on his own. How could someone so good, turn into...that? I'll never understand what goes on in the minds of those with powers, they keep changing how they think and frankly, I think I'm getting too old to deal with it.
There are footsteps above my head and it's past lights out, that means there are students out of bed. Finally some good luck! First the map, now students- unless it's them. Those boys out for another moonlit adventure. There's definitely something off with them. Dumbledore let's them out on these walks of theirs, but does he tell me WHY I'm not allowed to hang them from their ears? 'Course not, because I'm a lowly squib and caretaker next to his oh so magnificent self.
Now that that's out of my system, I think I'll go see what's stalking the halls this time, maybe I can hang them or it by their ears!