Argus Filch Mrs Norris Novels & Stories

Chapter Sixty Six Writer's POV Mr. Nora was seen tied with a silver chain around the chair. He wasn't awake yet. Agnes was seen in front of him playing with her red, painted polish fingernails. She was busy thinking about how she would deal with him. How she would deal with Mr. Norah. She hated the fact that the man made the fool out of her not knowing he didn't do that. But he met his nemesis.

did he just smile at me? My eyes followed him until he settled down with his friends. I looked at Kat and Chris to see if they had noticed. But Kat was busy on her phone and Chris was busy gawking at her. So I guess they hadn't noticed or maybe it was just my imagination. "Miss Benson, get off that brain rotting device and sit like a lady!" A sharp voice hissed. I turned around to see Ms Marin, the deputy headmistress walking past us with Mr Forbes, our headmaster and the rest of the professors following behind.

Saira's POV. She has such a soothing pretty name. "Agnes I am just an employee. But since I work directly under Mr. Norcross I am quite – um -acquainted with him." She nodded, though the surprised look was still there all over her face. I cannot blame her for that. Mr Leonordo Norcross does have the reputation of being the short tempered hard task master. "This elevator is for the owners. Are you supposed to use it?" she asked pointing towards a sign.

"Please be careful, don't allow your anger to get the best part of you." "Trust me!" Nora said and left Seraphina's ward. She went into Rufus's ward but Bella was not in sight but she heard flushing sounds from the toilet. "She is obviously using the toilet!" Nora thought silently and suddenly saw Bella's phone on the couch in the ward. She quickly rushed and took the phone without making a single noise. She glanced at Rufus one more time and skooly tiptoed out of the room. "That was easy!" Nora muttered immediately she got out of the ward, she then returned back to Seraphina's ward.

A man in a Janitor uniform with a white cap entered the classroom and was shocked that someone was still there, he nodded at Phil as Phil slowly put the chair back down. Feeling relieved Phil exhaled then took a breath as he reached out for his bag ready to go home. Phil slowly walked towards the door but as he got nearer towards the exit the feeling of danger grew, his breath was getting shorter, and the beat of his heart was getting louder and louder. As he passed by the janitor a fishy smell assaulted his nose, a heavy hand riddled with hairy black caterpillars pressed down on his shoulder as he was roughly spun around.

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!"

we chorused with a slight bow. “Thank you,” he responded. I raised my head to meet his eyes. His gaze didn’t move—piercing into my soul. My stomach fluttered once more. My pulse spiked, sending shivers down my spine. “Where’s Nora?” he asked. Who’s Nora? I haven’t heard that name before. “She resigned a few days ago. I hired another housekeeper to fill her space,” Mrs. Hartley replied. Oh, she’s the one who quit because of Mena’s nonsense.

Creevey. Erik then goes to Mr. Filch, who had Mrs. Norris cuddled in his chest. "And you Mrs. Norris, what did you see?" Erik asked while looking right into her eyes. All adults, less Leona, and Colin, looked at him with strange eyes, like he was nuts in trying to interrogate a cat. But the cat did a series of meows back to him, like it was answering his question. *meow, meow, meow*

Little Norah gasps, crying and moaning as a body shaking organism overcomes her, screaming while trying to bite her lips to suppress the moans. The door is kicked open as she shivers, dropping on her knees in an intense organism, and to her horror, standing on the doorway staring at her is Millie Johnson. Little Norah saw the horror in Millie’s face and couldn’t get from the floor under the two dicks to go apologize to her as her throat went dry. Little Norah saw the rose and boxes of a chocolate drop from Millie’s hands as she recovered and smashed the door behind in anger.

I had to live my life as best as I could no matter how much it currently sucked. “Sir?” Janice’s voice boomed on my intercom. “Miss Nora is here to see you. She said her master asked for Iggor? Does that make any sense?” “Plenty, Jan.” I chuckled. “Please let her in. And don’t let anyone disturb me until I come out of this office. “Yes, sir, Mr. Ellison.” Janice said and I turned off the intercom. “Wow.” Nora whistled while she looked around my huge office. She looked out the massive windows and spotted Central park. “Nice office you have here, master.”