Argus Filch Mrs Norris Novels & Stories

"Now, about that secret garden you mentioned…" I smirk. "The one with the witch’s grass illusion? I remember it well. That’s where everything started." "Then let’s go." I rise from my chair, Matilda following closely behind. But as I open my door, a wave of cold dread washes over me. Standing at the threshold, blocking our path, is Moral, mother's right hand maid. Matilda and I exchange a glance. Did she hear everything? The silence is suffocating. "What do you want, Norla?" Matilda asks ever so calmly that I can't help but be amazed by the serenity she exudes. Not a new thing anyway.