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]

Unfortunately, the suit of armor didn't prove to be as safe a shelter as she had hoped.
A spell slammed into the breastplate, and with a crashing, clanking din the whole thing rocked on its pedestal and began to fall. Dust rained down on her clean coat, and in a panic, she skittered out from under its menacing bulk, right into the open corridor.

But the spell flinging had stopped at the ruckus, leaving her path out clear. She didn't wait around to see what happened to the renegade students, or to Snape. No, there had been too many close calls. Instead, she took off between the legs of the students, and the dog. As she passed, he snapped at her. She hissed in response, then picked up the pace as the helmet from the armor rolled into her. She skidded out of the corridor, turned the corner, and paused to listen to the final clankings of the disturbed suit, and the beginnings of a shouting match between the students.