|In Shadows Part 3 (Filch, Severus, Evan, Avery)
||[Nov. 25th, 2011|05:11 pm]
Title: In Shadows
Regulus, Filch, Severus, Evan, Avery , Draco, Antonin, Borgin, Horace
Slughorn, Cassiopeia Black, Lucius, Andre Rosier, Theodore Mulciber
Summary: The shadows hide some of the most significant (though they may not always
be identified as such in that instant) moments in our lives.
Notes: This is a cycle. That is, these are ficlets/drabbles that are unrelated
to each other aside from having a common theme, in this case, dark
potions and/or places. These ficlets were originally written as entries
for darkarts_ldws. This is a cumulative header, each part will be posted with its own title, word count, rating and warnings.
Title: Three Boys and a Rose
Word Count: 600
Argus Filch had seen it all in his lifetime. The students would always try to sneak in some dangerous and unnecessary toy. The older they got, the more dangerous their “toys” became. Everything from illegal potions, to ancient cursed artifacts, to very simple things like cheating quills and silver knives, sharp enough to slice through the toughest surfaces within moments. Purebloods were especially prone to bringing in forbidden and dangerous objects. Sometimes, they didn’t even know the things were dangerous. A second year Slytherin had once brought with him an ancient spell book he had stolen from his father’s library which was full of rituals for calling up demons. One of the prefects had confiscated it first, then passed it around the entire contingent of Slytherin upperclassmen.
But with all the things Argus had seen in his years at Hogwarts, he had never seen anything like this.
The three fourth years who stood in front of him – Snape, Rosier and Avery – were looking nervously between each other and shifting from side to side. Rosier wasn’t looking up, except at his friends, Avery had the idiotic look of a dead fish every time Filch hummed in disapproval, and Snape just stared holes into him as though trying to set him on fire without the use of a wand, even as he fidgeted with the folds of his robes.
Mrs. Norris wound around the boys in predatory circles several times, mewing loudly, before returning to her master’s side. Filch ignored her for the moment as he attempted to understand the strange artifact in his hand. It was a golden – or gilded – rose, wrapped in a dark green velvet cloth which seemed to shimmer when he ran it between his hands. “What is this?” Filch asked, gritting his teeth. It looked like something that the boys shouldn’t have and it looked old. Though he had no idea what it did or meant.
“It’s something my mother gave me,” Rosier piped up.
“Then why was it in Mr. Snape’s bag?” Filch sneered. They weren’t going to get him that easily.
“Mine was full.”
“What does it do?”
“It doesn’t do anything.” Rosier’s pupils seemed to dilate by the moment.
“Don’t lie to me, boy, if you don’t want detention,” Filtch advised in a tone as oily as his hair.
“It’s…it’s for a courting ritual.”
“A courting ritual?”
“Yes.” Rosier seemed to inflate. “Purebloods start courting as early as fourteen. I am to find a suitable party this year and present her with that rose as a sign of formal intent to court.”
Filch sneered. Pureblood brats and their silly customs. He flipped the rose upsidedown and glared at it. “I’m going to take this to the headmaster for inspection. If I find that it is a dark object you will all get detention.” He heartily enjoyed the look of horror on Avery’s face before stalking off down the dark hall.
As soon as Filch had gone, the three boys sighed in relief. “Good save, Evan,” Jack Avery muttered as they hurried toward their common room.
“What right does he have to invade our privacy?” Severus was muttering.
“At least he didn’t find what we’re really hiding. If he’d found the books Dolohov and Karkaroff gave us… Sev, what does that thing do anyways?”
Snape huffed in annoyance. “Nothing, you dolt. I bought it in a muggle store full of rubbish. It was just as decoy so that Filch would get distracted by it and not find the books.”
“Nice,” Evan and Jack chorused as the trio slipped into the safety of their common room.