This is for Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge — a drabble a day until my imagination dies.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Power
Argus Filch slammed down his tea onto his table with a scowl as he heard his beloved Mrs. Norris yowling for him. Students were out of bed. He shuffled from his room, carefully locking the door behind him.
He stomped down the hall, finding the stupid first years easily. They were Gryffindors, unsurprisingly. The only idiots who thought themselves brave enough to wander about.
As soon as he had delivered them all into Professor Snape's clutches, he returned to his room, sighing as he unlocked the door. He crossed to his tea, picking it up and taking a sip. It was cold.
He briefly remembered the time Professor Dumbledore had been visiting with him, and had cast a warming charm over their drinks when a disturbance had sounded down the corridor. The old man had done it with a flick of his wand and not a word. They all did it – threw magic around so casually, so easily. He watched it, day after day, knowing he would never have that power.
Filch scrubbed at his face, rubbing off stray dust.
It was definitely not a tear rolling down his face.
