For: Silverbirch, who has reviewed not only this but other fics of mine quite regularly. You're encouragements and critiques are invaluable!! Thank you so much!!
Day 12
On the twelfth day of Christmas…
The broom closet light flickers on.
"Argus?" she whispers breathlessly.
"Why hello, Irma," he says pleasantly. She looks up into his craggy old face, her expression one of the utmost excitement.
"Oh, I was afraid you wouldn't come!" she tells him.
He smiles his strange smile and takes her hand, kissing it. "Why on earth wouldn't I come?"
She shrugs, the breathless sound still obvious in her voice as she says, "It was such a strange request of mine…"
He grins, turning out the light. "Never! I would love to help you…"
They string the Christmas lights for the next hour, lighting up the broom closet and revealing her office in the back of the library.
"Oh, thank you, Argus!" she says, nearly throwing herself at him.
"It was a pleasure, Irma. Anything to help ring in Christmas!"
(Pince/Filch)
Notes: Heh. Heh. I thought I should lighten up the mood with this ridiculous piece that I personally found quite amusing to write. =D
And I shall continue with the days of Christmas thing, though according to the song there are only 12…