This was written in response to Livejournal's 30-minute fic
challenge #57 "The Lost and Found Challenge" It was done in 27
minutes, including spellcheck and grammar check, and I spent an
additional few minutes polishing some typos before posting it
here. Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JK
Rowlings. I'm merely playing with her toys.  by WendyNat  "A
Muggle matchbox? Now, Argus, surely you can just find another.
Why don't you-"  Argus Filch shook his head, muttering under his
breath as he walked off. Not for the first time, his lack of
social skills served him well. Minerva didn't even blink, and
certainly didn't pursue him.  There was no way to explain.  He
missed its hard edges – they had been sharp once, but years of
handling had worn the points to a gentle roundness. The feel of
it in his hand, the slight weight, the rattling noise it made
when he shook it – lightly, so as not to damage the precious
contents. He hadn't opened it, not since that night. Years. It
had been years.  Mrs. No