Mrs. Norris Goes Walking Options

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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.

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Whether the plan was going to work or not, she wasn't sure. All she cared about now was catching the boys in the act and getting a good night's rest for once. As she scuttled down the stairs, she felt the awkward quiet that often came when one was alone in a dark castle corridor. Even in the escalating quiet, her catlike ears could barely pick up the sound of the boys running down the flights of steps. Mrs. Norris tried desperately to keep up, but at this rate, she'd need to find another passageway more close by to aid her.

She got off the steps at the next floor, and glanced around in panic. "Aha!" she thought as she raced towards another tapestry, this one with a picture of a kingdom upon it. No one ever really took the time to realize the beauty and detail in the school tapestries. This one was all tattered and worn out after the students who disrespected it along with old age. Mrs. Norris always pittied this about other people, but right now, even she had no time to enjoy it. She pushed past the tapestry and ran down the corridor.