Mrs. Norris Goes Walking Options

[evlpez]

Argus Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, is a busy girl. Write a short post, picking her up from her location in the previous post and taking her through a few moments in her life. Don't kill her or signal the end of the world. The next writer should be able to continue from the end of your post.


Mrs. Norris smelled something unusual wafting under the door of her and Argus' chambers. It was early morning and they'd only just come back to their chambers to rest until their afternoon duties. It had been a relatively quiet night, but not the sort of time she'd spend laying about like other cats, doing nothing. She had a duty to Argus and even to the castle to work those corridors at night, searching for any rule breaking or security breeches.

She was used to smelling breakfast from the kitchens at this time. In fact, she'd just come from the kitchens where the little ones had given her some liverwurst and strawberry jam on toast for her shift's end dinner. She wasn't expecting this smell. This smell was something she'd expect to smell inside Horace's classroom, or even in his office. It was too strong to be something that belonged out of there.

Argus was snoring already, bless him. It was up to her to look into things. She sighed and rose from her bed, exiting their chambers through a secret passage under a tapestry, which seemed to move in anticipation of her passing.

[the finicky lady]

As she shadowed the three of them down the hall, it amazed her once again at the lack of proper discipline in the castle. It seemed that someone should hear the three of them, what with all the racket they were making as they "snuck" towards their final destination.

Still, she thought wickedly, her whiskers twitching in anticipation. They are headed right towards Snape She wasn't sure if the thought of the three of them being caught brought her more glee, or the projection of Argus punishing Snape, however that would work.

Their little parade progressed down the corridor, rather noisily. Between listening the round one's tripping and Potter's hissing for him to be quiet, even Mrs. Norris was almost too distracted to catch the scent of Snape's mystery potion. In fact, it was the dog who scented it first, stopping in his tracks, his hair bristling.

"What is it, Sirius?" Potter asked in the sudden silence as they all stopped, the round one with some fuss. Black dropped his tail and began to back up, nose in the air. Potter lifted his head and sniffed; the round one followed suite, rather more loudly.

"What is it is right?" he asked, too loudly. Potter sushed him, but too late. There was a scrambling sound in the passage up ahead. Mrs. Norris began to back up as well, eyes gleaming with delicious anticipation. But as much as she wanted to see what happened, she'd rather not be caught again. One whisker was plenty of damage...