Harry Potter Argus Filch Novels & Stories

I simply ignored him as I walked to the side of the chief and stared. “So...any chance you might know who did this? And why?” I asked Fical. “No.” “What about the chalice?” Ace asked. “Do you have any idea why they would have taken it?” “It’s just a cup, isn’t it? Though my father does seem like he holds it very dearly. Why? Why do you guys sound so interested in the cup?” Fical gave them a suspicious glance. “They are my servants so you can trust them. But watch out for the guy with black hair. He has a habit of murdering people with his eyes. See? He is doing it now.” I pointed at PRINCE Ace who was glowering at me.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.