Argus Filch Mrs Norris Novels & Stories

Nora hummed softly in the back seat, clutching her bunny close, while Adrian’s steady presence behind the wheel was oddly comforting. When we arrived, the principal greeted us warmly, her eyes widening slightly when she spotted Adrian. His reputation clearly preceded him, and the staff seemed eager to impress him. Nora’s teacher, Mrs. Hughes, met us in the classroom. She was a gentle woman in her mid-40s, with kind eyes that immediately put me at ease. Adrian took the lead, explaining Nora’s health history with precision and care, his protective instincts on full display. “I’ll ensure she’s monitored closely,” Mrs. Hughes reassured us, her tone genuinely concerned. “And thank you for trustin

His collarless, white long sleeved shirt hugged his upper body perfectly. He sat down directly next to Karla who was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Her cheeks were on fire. He looked at her, a smirk playing on his lips. I could still hear the giggling and the whispers coming from the other girls. He whispered something to Karla and she giggled. Mrs Filch, our AP statistics teacher walked in. After we'd exchanged greetings, she hummed softly, her eyes scanning the classroom. "I see we've got an addition to this class. He's very dashing. Don't you think so ladies?" She said, smiling. The girls began to giggle. Seriously, it was getting annoying.

Professor Batista stood near the same tall window where she had been earlier, her dark gown falling perfectly around her, while the faculty worked to clean up the disaster around her. She wasn’t helping anymore, just watching. Not the broken decorations. Not the professors repairing the enchantment network. Us. Her gaze moved slowly across the room, lingering briefly on Iris before shifting toward Elias and Nora. When it finally landed on me, her expression didn’t change. Calm. Almost… satisfied. The look lasted just long enough to raise every instinct my wolf had. Then she turned away again, offering a polite nod to Headmaster Arx as if nothing about the evening had surprised her at all.

Melanie questions. "Yours? Like graveyard miasma, azaleas, powerful ozone and musk." Nora's nose relaxes and she smiles. "Reminds me of hunting outside the cemetery." Melanie beams back, her cheeks coloring pink. "Everyone, go back to your rooms." Headmaster Walsh claps his hands. "Clear the halls so we can get this mess cleaned up." I duck down the hallway, grabbing Nora and gesturing to Jezza and Melanie to tag along too. "Okay, so whose magic smells like the nutmeg lily stuff?"

The Mark That Wasn’t Supposed to Happen The lockdown sirens were still howling when they dragged us (still half-dressed in combat gear, still smelling like smoke and each other) into the Headmistress’s office. Elowen Drakari stood behind her desk like a general before battle. The walls, usually lined with ancient grimoires, had been cleared. In their place: one massive mirror made of black glass. Inside it, the little girl from the crypt waved at us with fingers that ended in claws. No one else seemed to see her. Thorne’s hand found the small of my back the second we crossed the threshold. I didn’t shrug it off. Elowen didn’t waste time.

That was dangerous in my line of work. "Fine. But do not hurt her." "Of course not." Adrian's smile widened. "We will be very careful." The meeting ended shortly after. I left the elders and went to find Marcus, my head of security. He was in the surveillance room, watching the monitors. "Sir." He stood when I entered. "The black rose in Nora's room. Where did it come from?" Marcus's face paled. "I don’t know. I have reviewed all the footage. No one entered her room except the staff who changed the furniture."

This must be the dark elf syndrome! The timing can't get any worse! The receptionist begged, "D-Don't kill me, please!" I looked around the area to see if anybody witnessed what happened, but luckily, no one seemed to... I also looked for surveillance cameras, but I found none. As I shiver from panic, I heard a familiar voice whisper out of nowhere... It was Nori. "Master... touch the receptionist's forehead! Sorry! I let the other Miles take over!" Nori?! I didn't know she could whisper in my head, but that's convenient! So it was the other Miles responsible, huh? On second thought, we may not be similar at all! But now's not the time to worry about that! I need to find Ishigami!

“Mrs. Norris, this is Ms. Kamala Reynolds, a private investigator. She wishes to speak with you about last night.” Mrs. Norris straightened up slightly; she looked up at Kamala wondering what she had to say. Kamala stepped forward, adjusting the strap of her bag. “Good morning, Mrs. Norris. I’m sorry to intrude, but I’m investigating a case that might be connected to what happened here. I was hoping you could help me with some information.” Mrs. Norris gestured to the empty armchair. “Please, sit.” She then introduced herself. “I’m Lydia Norris, and these are my siblings, Martin and Mary.”

Nella chuckled while looking at Noah. “Ahhhh! My hand is really burning and now my head too. Please, please leave from here right now!!" Nella saw his hand which was fully turned into red. She pushed him towards the chair to sit down! “Hey! What are you really doing Nella Fernandez? Do you want to really murder me? Then let me make it clear to you I have my security cameras here and if I am killed also my guards won't leave you they will, keep you behind prison".

The headmistress wasn’t able to answer his questions, and he had no idea what to do now. The door closed behind him, and Mrs. Doris's smile disappeared. She sat very still, thinking. She only told him to avert his mind from it so she could do her investigations and consult books too. In all her life, she has never seen something like this. She pressed the button on her desk, and a few minutes later, a student entered, his gaze was wary. "You called for me, Headmistress?" Mrs. Doris looked at him sternly. "I told you to keep a closer eye on Sage Storm. Why haven’t you reported anything?"