In which Filch and Umbridge learn they have something in common
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with the Police, and they would likely be less upset than I at what I did with their song title. I also own nothing in the Harry Potter universe, and if I did own Umbridge and Filch, I'd I'd give them to the first idiot willing to take them.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with the Police, and they would likely be less upset than I at what I did with their song title. I also own nothing in the Harry Potter universe, and if I did own Umbridge and Filch, I'd I'd give them to the first idiot willing to take them.
“Oh Argus,” she giggled as he handed her a bouquet (though calling it a bouquet was simply polite fallacy) of somewhat moldy flowers, “you’re so sweet!”
He patted her cheek affectionately, and Mrs Norris yowled. “Anything for my little girl,” he told her, pulling her down onto his collapsing couch beside him.
She adjusted her baby pink bow and crawled into his lap. “Did you know Lolita is a nickname for Doloris?” she asked, widening her eyes.
“Really?” The smile on his face was ghastly as he slipped an arm around her.
“Yes, I like being called Lolita.”
“My Lolita.”