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Gakdvdkdkkslfl please continue! This is the best shit! I love this idea and now I've taken a shine to thinking snape and filch stayed close through his teachdom! Maybe as Sunday buddies or something idk I just really like this!!!
I don’t necessarily intend to continue it as it is (though that doesn’t mean I won’t), but it will form a plot strand of Earthbound Misfits (though with a bit more Lily) and a variation of this scene will occur (including background, set up and general continuation).
Though that being said, while I was writing that comment I did sort of end up writing this:
The cat, which tended to strike fear into most of the student body, jumped up and casually walked over the dark arts book Severus was trying to read. He moved to push her away, wanting to finish the sentence he was in the middle of, not appreciating the tail that almost went up his nose.
“Go away Mrs Norris,” he muttered, nearly getting a mouthful of fluffy tail. Mrs Norris chirruped at him in a cheerful manner that none of the other students ever got to hear. He tried to bat her away, but then paused. He had been reading in a corner where he felt safe from attack, but while he had been absorbed in his books it appeared to have got a lot darker than he remembered. He looked at Mrs Norris again, and she gave him what could be best described as a pointed look. She then went and ruined it by brushing up against him, purring. He stroked her with a sigh, glancing at his watch. As he suspected, it was just after curfew.
“Bugger,” he muttered, without much feeling. It was not the first time that he had been so caught up in reading that he had failed to notice the passage of time. Reading alone in isolation only made it more likely, but reading where others were put him at risk of attack from the Marauders. Alternatively, Mulciber or Avery would attempt to disturb them with their eternally boorish comments, and when none of those were busy trying to draw his attention away from his books it would be someone else being disruptive.
“Thanks,” he said to the cat, who leapt down from his book, allowing him to close it. She waited patiently, showing far more intelligence than a cat really should. He knew that had he been anyone else she would have called Filch, who would have given him a detention for breaking curfew by those few minutes. He knew that Filch wouldn’t do that with him, but would rather shoo him back towards his Common Room with grumpy affection. He knew that rather than do that, Filch would prefer to have Mrs Norris round him up and guide him back to where he should be, letting her take him in the route that would guarantee that no teacher realised.
Putting his books away, he stood up and followed her quietly. They crept through the corridors that in the daytime were full of boisterous voices and at night were deathly silent, taking a carefully selected route decided by the senses of a cat that knew exactly what was needed. At the portrait that lead to the Slytherin Common Room, Severus leant down and patted Mrs Norris gratefully. She purred, nuzzled his hand and then gave him a gentle head-butt in the direction of the entrance. Whispering the password, he snuck into his Common Room, and Mrs Norris vanished off to patrol the corridors, searching for students that she held no affection for.
