Argus Filch Mrs Norris Novels & Stories

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.”

"Now, about that secret garden you mentioned…" I smirk. "The one with the witch’s grass illusion? I remember it well. That’s where everything started." "Then let’s go." I rise from my chair, Matilda following closely behind. But as I open my door, a wave of cold dread washes over me. Standing at the threshold, blocking our path, is Moral, mother's right hand maid. Matilda and I exchange a glance. Did she hear everything? The silence is suffocating. "What do you want, Norla?" Matilda asks ever so calmly that I can't help but be amazed by the serenity she exudes. Not a new thing anyway.

"Come back!" The other students are hesitant at first, but when they see my face, they all return. We gather on the street, Brynn and Gregory included. "Who are you?" I ask the woman. "My name is Nora." She sticks her wand in her belt. "I used to be a teacher at your school." My knees shake. Thank God we've finally found someone who can help! "You might know my niece," Nora says. "Winter Grace." My spirits fall a little. "Oh."

Delgad​o, the school admin, met‌ us at the gate‌ with a clipbo⁠ard in h‍an‌d and a​ sm⁠ile​ as brigh⁠t a‍s the⁠ morni‌ng su‌n. ⁠ "Mis‍s Nora," she s​aid, cr‌o‍uch⁠ing to toddler height, "re⁠a⁠dy t‍o see‍ w​here t‌he m‌agic h⁠appens?" Nora‍ no‍dded har⁠d en‍ough‌ for her curls to bounce as s​he slipped h⁠er⁠ sti​ck​y h‍and into mine.