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.

[McGonagall's Cat]

The short tunnel came out behind the portrait of some soppy flowers in an ornate vase beside a plate full of grapes. She nudged through the space between it and the wall and trotted to the one with the huge silver bowl of fruit. Jumping high, she let her paws slide down the pear. It chuckled and sprouted a handle which her second jump caught, springing the door open.

All but a few of the house elves were in their quarters this late at night. The remaining ones were folding laundry in the corner to her left. She knew that once a reasonablly high pile was accomplished an elf would levitate it and disappear with it to the various places throughout the castle where it was destined to be shelved. They were all too busy to notice her saunter in.