AccioTardis

Filch was prowling the hall in which peeves had last been seen wrecking, and kneeled to inspect a sideways suit of armor. A soft meow from his cat, Mrs. Norris, caused him to look up. She softly padded toward him. "Ah, a troublemaker up after dark? Well, come on, my sweet, we can catch that blasted poltergeist later." A corridor away, a boy completely oblivious to the caretaker's approach and holding a peculiar mix of items was joined by his brother. He jumped in fright. "Albus! Get out of here! You should be up in the common room, mum'll kill me if I get you into trouble again!" Albus, no older than eleven, answered him. "You're going t