Lady in Waiting

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Filch hunched a little lower in his jacket, the warm smell of old wet leather and himself and Mrs Norris comforting him in this odd place. He wasn’t entirely sure why Dumbledore had insisted he accompany the headmaster here, but there were meetings going on that he wanted no part of. He’d come to the Shades. Even at Hogwarts, people knew of the Shades.

There was a lass standing in a doorway over the road that didn’t look too particular, swinging her handbag in a manner that suggested she wasn’t averse to giving a bit of pain…

Nobby waited, coyly.