... Oh god, how do I explain this? Umbridge/Filch. Written for RJ311 on Archive. I don't actually know what warnings would apply, but please proceed with caution.
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From the very start, theirs was a forbidden love.
She was a beautiful witch from the upper society. With pretty brown hair as silky as the velvet bow that rested on it and a melodious voice, clothed in heavenly looking pink jumpers and green tweed.
He was a lowly squib janitor, with shabby clothes and a worn face, and rough skin on his hands.
She bossed him around like she was expected to, and he always did as asked, thinking that maybe, maybe someday, they could break these constraints and truly love one another.
Day after day, looking into those pretty, controlling eyes, he would give her a small smile and do whatever task she had set for him. Be it just regular cleaning, nailing up rule after rule, or hunting down troublemakers.
He never even got a word of thanks.
But he knew, even after she had been sent off to Azkaban, that forbidden as it was, they loved one another deeply.
And besides, Filch thinks, pushing his broom.
They would always have their shared love of cats.
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What have I done.
'kay, so not too happy with this, but someone requested it and I did do it, so you hafta give me some credit for that, okay? Never say that I'm a quitter. I was going for funny, but then that sixth line happened and it ended up vaguely sad. I'm sorry. Also, sorry for missing a few nights recently. I just got busy, really. But I'm back! Whoohoo!
Anyhow, thanks for reading, have a luverly day, and byeeee!