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He stumped off down the stairs. Mrs Norris cast a last longing look at the owls and followed him.
He knew long before he reached the end of his sentence that it was no good.
We're all missing our biggest friend, we hope he'll be back soon.
Filch the caretaker came wheezing into the room. There were purple patches on his sunken, veined cheeks, his jowls were aquiver and his thin grey hair dishevelled; he had obviously run here. Mrs Norris came trotting at his heels, gazing up at the owls overhead and mewing hungrily. There was a restless shifting of wings from above and a large brown owl snapped his beak in a menacing fashion.,