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.

[lupinsmyman]

She'd have to be more careful now. Her whiskers were quite important, after all. Mrs. Norris needed to rethink her strategy. These weren't the average troublemakers. There was some animal-like cunning about them. Especially that small one. He was so twitchy...

A flicker of movement appeared in the corner of her eye and without hesitation, she slammed her paw down. She'd caught a rat by the tail. Mrs. Norris hissed and smiled to herself. Finally, she had them.

(Wow. I am so out of practice.)

[Harry Riddle]

But, what’s this? The tail that she held was getting bigger! She let go!

Quick as mice, it became that twitchy boy. The tail she had held in her teeth turned into his leg, the rat's head into his pimply face, his two paws shot forward like a pair of torpedoes.

His high-pitched voice screamed out, "OW! Ow! Eep! It's her, IT'S HER!"

Suddenly hexes and jinxes flew in every direction.

"Levicorpus!"

"Stupif-"

"Rictusempra!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Like fireworks, they danced over her head. Dark shapes where dogging this way and that, she doing likewise.

"Levicorpus!"

A stream of navy-blue flame came from somebody's wand, caught her square in the chest, tossed her into the air, and dropped her. She scuttled away as fast as her little legs could go.

"Re-ow! RE-OW!” (Master!)

Soon she found him in his office. “Master! There are troublemakers Loose in the castle!” (re-ow! mewo grrrr me ow ow-me!) She stood on her hind legs and pointed at the revolving staircases.


Filch immediately jumped to his feet and was off, with Mrs. Norris at his heels. Two hallways and three turns later they where both thunderstruck at what they saw: the greasy-haired whisker-pulling boy was doing what look like a rumba, with the utmost fury on his face and was trying hopelessly to get to his wand.

[Harry Riddle]

Now this G.H.R.D.W.P.B (greasy haired rumba dancing whisker pulling boy) got detention for:

Dancing out of bed at 2 A.M.

Today 1998/Sept./1
The G.H.R.D.W.P.B and the other 4 where all gone a long time. There hadn't been anymore troublemakers until today. Two Ickel firsties got into Gryffindor, both redheads. And not even a week into September...well I'll tell you what they did.
George Weasley dropped a dung bomb which she could smell from a mile off.
She immediately ran to the spot and don’t ask me how she did it but she knocked them down and took their wands in her mouth and wailed!

RRREEE-OOOWW!!!

Soon her Master came and took those two and the wands to his office.

They got out of it some how. But she was still proud of the spinning kick she learned from a rabbit.
Now the troublemakers thought of a way to get revenge. Fred got an idea and George agreed. Mrs. Norris was “somehow” locked in the trophy room and under the door came these flying Frisbees that nicked and bashed at things. Nearly 20 were in the room, zipping by trophies, Zipping by her. In-between dogging she noticed that 2 Frisbees had gone through the window. Luckily the window was a low one so she was able to get out of it.