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.

[biochemkris]

Instead of taking a risk and getting caught again, Mrs. Norris slipped behind a suit of armor and peered from between the legs, her yellow eyes, lamp-like eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. The scrambling sound was now accompanied by the distinct clang of a cauldron being shoved into a closet. It took a moment for Mrs. Norris to recall that there was, in fact, a secret cupboard along this corridor.

Her gaze moved from the corner leading around to the aroma-filled corridor, back to the three boys who were giving each other significant looks. The Potter boy was signaling to the dog just as Snape's crooked nose peeked around the corner. "Levi...," shouted someone just as another started to shout, "Expelliarmus!"

Mrs. Norris took cover behind the suit of armor. She abhored the use of unauthorized magic as much as her squib owner. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd been 'accidentally' hexed when her guard was down. And, all personal issues aside, duelling in the corridors was strictly forbidden. She was going to have to wake Argus for this. It was unacceptable behavior and she couldn't abide it, especially after she had been physically impaired by one of the perps.