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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It was no challenge to reach the Greenhouses seeing as it was night, and nothing stood in her way. She glided very gracefully along the flowing grass that lined the castle grounds, never stopping until she reached the greenhouse. Most lights were off inside the castle, excluding a select few. This made it fairly difficult for Mrs. Norris to find her way in the dark greenhouse, but she did it with a surprising amount of ease and reached the Flutterby Bush in no time.

Mrs. Norris looked very humorous as she pawed away at what would look to a passerby as absolutely nothing. She soon found what she was looking for, however. A small hole that could barely fit a very slim thrid year, but an extremely acceptable size for her, had been dug into the floor creating a nicely formed passage to the kitchens. If anyone were to ever move the bush, the hole would be in plain sight for all to see, but the Flutterby had long since been fitted with a permanent sticking charm and Mrs. Norris was one of the very small crowd that knew of it. She stared down into the passage, praying that everything would go according to plan. Giving the moonlight one final look, she scuttled into the darkness of the hole and disappeared.