Anyone lucky enough to get a load of Filch in the halls this afternoon? Haven't seen him that distraught since the last detention I let him give me. Reckon he couldn't figure what to give; he's just about used every treatment for bad behavior there is.

Aside from hanging me by my thumbs or toes, that is.

Anyway, his cat went missing and came back running from its own tail -- you would, too, if you had one spitting sparks right out your rear. The mangy animal must have been snooping where it shouldn't have. You'd think they'd learn, but they never do.

I caught another mangy creature doing the same in the library last week. Maybe he wants sparks out his arse, too.


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