8. Ask what punishments the caretaker will give out to misbehaving students 9. Assume that there is a cat who will tell administration if they see anyone breaking the rules

Exiting history class, Libby had come nearly face-to-face with the one person that she had been avoiding to see.

The caretaker.

It seemed that her secondary school had a female in place for the job, a stout woman, her dark hair tied up in a low ponytail, cheeks sagging and eyes sunken. She seemed a lot less vindictive in comparison to the expectations Libby had, only having the stories of Mr. Filch to compare the personality of a caretaker to. Then again, he was also her only expectations for a Squib as well, so maybe having no expectations at all was best.

No, the best way to describe the person standing a few feet from her was that she portrayed defeat.

The length of time that Libby had stared was about thirty seconds before that one girl, Erica, descended upon her.

"Hello, are you ready to go?" She asked pleasantly.

"Uh..." Libby said distractedly, then after a moment's hesitation began nodding. "Yeah, okay,"

While the two strolled away Libby kept looking over her shoulder at the woman, unable to occupy her mind with anything else but the image of the hunched elder burned into the young girl's head. This woman can't take care of a whole school by herself, Libby figured she had to have a cat or something helping. Although she heard that cat's behaved differently to Muggle's, that they did not demonstrate their intellect as much, this information hadn't really thrown her from that line of thinking. Cats had to still be at least somewhat useful to Muggle's or else there would be no use keeping them around apart from amusement. Phillip, Libby's own cat, was quite useful in sensing things for Libby, when they were together she felt as if he were her partner in crime.

"That woman back there... she's the caretaker, right?" Erica quickly glances over and turns back, nodding. "Well, if we get into trouble... what would she do?"

Erica furrowed her brows, confused. "What do you mean?"

Libby was already starting to feel embarrassed, getting the feeling that she was saying something out of the ordinary again. Or, at least out of the Muggle ordinary. "Well, I mean punishments, I suppose. Like detention or something," Libby said, trying to shrug off her question as if it were not strange at all.

"I haven't seen that happen before, so I'm guessing not. Though they might tell teachers or the principle if they see a student misbehaving, most of the time they are very quiet about everything,"

That seemed to be the exact opposite of Mr. Filtch, Hogwart's caretaker, who by the descriptions of her family went out of his way to thwart students in whatever they were scheming. Still, there was a possibility that a cat was around here, and warned the caretaker of whenever trouble was afoot, if anything. Otherwise it seemed unlikely, or at least incredibly difficult for her there to be one person in charge of taking care of a school, though Hogwarts being a castle with only one Squib and cat looking after it was an amazing feat in itself and this was one, minuscule school in comparison.

but thinking about it would do her no good in the friends department, so Libby allowed the thoughts to leave her mind peacefully.

A/N:

Haven't updated this in awhile, and I'm sorry about that. I'm trying to juggle this series with a few other, longer fics that I have and since this is a shorter, silly piece I figure I can let it stew a little longer while working on other things, but even then those don't get updated often :( I'll be finishing high school in June and taking a gap-year, so for anyone who reads my other stories this is pretty good news and means I'll have A LOT more time to write!

Thanks to NightmarePrince for reviewing last chapter :)