Argus Filch Mrs Norris Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind.” I opened my mouth to respond to him, but then there was a sound of heels striking against stone. My chest tightened instantly. The sound was sharp, deliberate, and carried the kind of authority that made my stomach sink. Headmistress Morwen. She came out from the shadows like a nightmare in a flesh. Her black gown rolled behind her, absorbing the light, while her eyes glowed with something scary and unnatural. She didn’t look at me. She looked at Harry this time.

The friend arched her eyebrows and looked at her, as if to say, "Do you really doubt it ?" " Curse! How am I going to get in there? What if nothing is happening? I'm going to be fired for just cause! "Worrying, for someone who's about to leave anyway!" " commented Norah, sarcastically. "But I think I found a way to get you in that room…" he said, his gaze fixed on the end of the corridor. Alexis looked in the same direction and immediately understood. It was Melissa, the maid, who came with the coffee and sweets cart. Like perfect accomplices, they looked at each other again and smiled devilishly.

I walk with Eliza and ponder many things about Garrett, and the oddly disturbing Mrs. Norris, or "Bathilda' as Eliza calls her. They are so different from everyone yet, also I feel cold chills when associating with them like, both of them are looking at me, waiting for something to happen. What I do not know? Garrett does care for me, I can see in his eyes. Bathilda gives me the creeps, and I swear I catch her watching me with longing. I pray it is just my imagination.

Philip had no clue where the hair clip originated until he reached the neighborhood and met a property agent. A chill ran down his spine as he ascended the stairs. Even the agent found the coldness strange. "Perhaps you could take a look around the unit yourself, sir? Just lock the door behind you when you leave." Philip stood in the corridor, keys in hand when the door of the adjacent unit opened. He heard the sounds of a couple fighting. Argus Ratcher, clearly intoxicated, screamed at his wife, Polly Wells, "Why did I hit you? If you can keep working, do it! If not, just fucking resign!"

“Mr. Ferguson ordered me not to go upstairs and disturb them. Ms. Stanton is treating him coldly, but I think she’s faking it. She’s just playing hard to get…” The nanny, Lucy, deliberately lowered her voice. “Click—” The kitchen suddenly lit up. Lucy stood up in shock and dropped the phone to the ground in a panic. At the moment the screen dimmed, Nicole saw the name on it. Madam Ferguson. ‘So… She’s on the phone with Quinn…’ Nicole thought.

Nora gulped silently when she saw the rage on the vice principal’s face, which was almost identical to Alex. Snapping the pen on the table, he stood angrily and pointed at Nora. “Didn’t I already give you a warning? Why can’t you stop making trouble for this school?” Nora rebuked. “Sir, please don’t accuse me falsely. Can you at least tell me what have I done?” As far as she remembered, she had been obediently staying far, far away from both Charlie and Alex Rivera. So what was he fussing about? “You don’t know? Then how do you explain this” Charlie picked up a stack of papers and tossed it at Nora.

Miss Vera's huge burst for a second distracted everyone's attention from the impending threat as they all gawked at the enormous size of it with watery mouths. "Ahem!" Miss Charlotte cleared her throat snapping everyone's attention, "Don't just stand there, get going and take a human student unconscious with you," She said with a frown unable to explain why the strange magical atmosphere only affected the human students. And as ordered, the students followed Miss Vera with a human student on their backs and arms.

Just from her aura, you could tell she was strict and mean. "O, you know who she reminds me of? That principal in Matilda." Nero said, and I could see the resemblance. She smiled, and it was such a fake smile. I would hate this woman even if she didn’t work here. There was just something evil about her. "Rik and Rain, am I correct?" We nodded our heads. "I am Myrtle, I am in charge of this school. Can I offer you both a beverage?" I shook my head and took my water bottle out of my bag. "Thank you though."

In all honesty, I had nothing to say to that without sounding rude. I thanked him for the ride and dragged my exhausted body inside, passing by a vehicle parked right in front that I don’t recognize as one of I or Alex’s. I planned on asking Giles about the strange car. Once I got in, I couldn’t seem to shake off a nagging feeling in my guts. The atmosphere seemed unusually tense and It made me feel freaking unsettled. My suspicions seemed to be confirmed when I saw Nora and another maid rushing with a tea kettle and the other had a tray of crackers. “Nora, is someone around?”

Grayson who was suppose to be sleeping fluttered awake as he stared at the empty bed and looked towards the closed door "Is she that scared of me" While Emma was going down the stairs, She bumped into Mrs Norris. Mrs Norris is one of the old servants of the Millers and the closest to Grayson. She has also been very nice to Emma. She had been at the Old house where Grandpa Miller stayed for the past two days so she wasn't in Grayson's Villa.