Disclaimer: What can I say that hasn't been said before? IT'S ALL MINE! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! AND YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT! Yeah, whatever, storyline's mine, some characters + setting isn't. But I own Leila and Mahalia. And, despite my best efforts, Katie's thoughts.
AN: Remember that Katie doesn't necessarily know that Filch is a squib.
It's so nice when I get reviews…
Sometimes I wonder why we dream. I mean, what's the point? Surely we can use our imaginations instead. And we can't even control our dreams. And surely night should be left for sleeping.
Oh, and far too many of my dreams are embarrassing.
The ones about Quidditch are fine, even if they do seem to involve far too much reference to broomsticks and two bludgers, and so on. And the others are never very explicit.
I say never. What I mean is hardly ever. There's always an exception to the rule.
Argus Filch, the caretaker, has always had very long, very silky hair. It was one of the first things I noticed about him. Argus Filch, caretaker, has a cat called Mrs Norris and beautiful hair.
Maybe it's something to do with Mum being a hairdresser. Dad's a wizard, but Mum works in the muggle world. She taught me to look for good hair. That's why Potions has always been a torture for me. I mean, I like the subject, but seeing Snape's greasy, horrible, neglected hair every time I go in there is worse than the Cruciatus curse.
Anyway, back to Filch's hair.
I keep catching myself wanting to stroke it, and maybe that's what caused that night's dream. I was- no, I'd better not tell you. You wouldn't want to know. And you'd laugh at me.
So the next day, I was walking down to the Great hall for lunch and I saw Filch. You wouldn't believe some of the thoughts I had! One of the ones I'm willing to share went something like this:
That hair… that beautiful hair… what shampoo does he use, I wonder. Or maybe he knows some spell… I'll have to ask him one day… that hair! I wonder if it's as beautiful all over…
My face went Gryffindor-red. Leila, the only friend I'd told about my dream, started to snigger.
"Katie?" Mahalia, another of my friends, asked. "Are you alright?"
I nodded, not saying a word. Leila was in fits of giggles.
We continued down the stairs to the Great Hall. I fell into step beside Leila.
"You tell anyone," I muttered, smiling pleasantly, "and I will shove you into the Vanishing Cabinet. And then I will give you to Fred and George as a test subject."
Her face went straight immediately.