Mrs Norris {Open to 7th years}

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His most prized possession? Well, that would be Mrs Norris of course... if you could call such a dear friend a possession, that is. Argus Filch didn't consider Mrs Norris to be a pet. No, not at all. In fact, he didn't even consider her to be a cat most of the time - she was his one true friend; the person he could trust beyond all others; his faithful sidekick who would help him to find and punish students who broke the rules. Yes, that was Mrs Norris - his ever faithful friend.

Tonight, however, Mrs Norris was nowhere to be seen. Students - dratted things they were - were being loud and raucous in their celebrations but Argus was determined he was going to find Mrs Norris before any of them had the clever idea to harm her. Mrs Norris would most certainly not be happy to find herself wearing a pink tutu and bonnet again. "Students," He spat, "Think they can get away with anything. Well mark my words..." He continued to mutter under his breath as he limped down the stairs towards the entrance hall, intending to check the caretakers office for signs of his beloved. She was nowhere to be seen. "Where's my cat, you retched brats?" If they'd dressed up again...

[Raphael Dane]

Raphael had spend half of the evening drinking and enjoying the celebration that was going on for the end of year celebrations, or more like, the 'congratulations for graduating' party for the seventh years, but that didn't stop him from making a good night of it. They were supposed to be drinking, but the way he saw it, what was the point of a party without alcohol?

In the entrance hall, Raphael stopped a certain cat skulking around the edge of the room and he couldn't help a grin from splitting across his face at the sight of her. If there was one thing that he really loved, it was annoying Filch, and the best way to do that was through his cat. Raphael shrugged off his jacket and crept up behind the cat, throwing his jacket over it and effectively capturing it before he picked it up, making sure to avoid and claws from the wriggling, fighting creature. Now, what to do with it...

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Her eyes scanned the Great Hall, hundreds of graduates were there. She felt so alone and awkward, she was the only non graduate in sight. Most of the others paid no attention to her. They were too busy snogging and eating merrily. Sylvia wasn't even sure if she was allowed to be here so it was probably best that the older kids didn't notice her. Then again, a professor had looked right at her and said nothing.

It wasn't any fun here for the young girl. She didn't know why she came. She hated large crowds like this. Syl turned away from the Hall, planning to go back to bed. She wasn't tired but it would be better than hanging out here.

Her eyes land on Mrs. Norris, she's the only student who actually doesn't mind the cat. Mrs. Norris is pretty - only Sylvia thinks that - and a sweet, loving creature. Perhaps Syl thought this because she never got in trouble. Perhaps it was because she had such a deep love for animals.

As Sylvia watches the cat she notices someone, a tall boy, sneak towards the scrawny creature. Her heart stops, hoping he won't kick her. Students do that often and she'd hate for poor Mrs. Norris to get hurt. Instead the man - a rather handsome one - peeled off his coat and threw it over top of the dust colored cat.


The young man picks up the bundle and Sylvia rushes forward, unable to stop herself. She's in her pajamas - leggings, a baggy t-shirt, and UGGS for slippers - but that doesn't stop her. She normally wears something similar anyways.


"Let her go," Syl roars, "don't make me call Filch!"



WORDCOUNT:: 286
MUSICPLAYING:: Avril Lavigne - Alice
POST TAGGED FOR:: 7th Years
CHARACTER OUTFIT:: Her pajamas
AUTHORS NOTES:: There's an update that said anyone could join posts made for 7th years. So... I'm joining this. You don't mind, right? I can always delete this.

TEMPLATE CREATED BY YOUR SWEET DEMISE of CAUTION 2 THE WIND

[Raphael Dane]

Raphael held the wriggling cat tightly, making sure it didn't escape again. The giant fur-ball was more active now than he'd ever seen it before, though that wasn't about to stop him from having some fun with it, and consequently, with Filch. Winding Filch up was always great fun.

"Let her go, don't make me call Filch!"

Raphael turned to see a girl rushing towards him, wearing what appeared to be her pajamas. He didn't recognize the girl, but he was fairly sure she wasn't a Hufflpuff, so that only left three choices. Whoever she was, she was clearly worried for the cat he held, and that just made him roll his eyes. "Chill out, boots, I'm not gunna hurt it." He started walking towards the dungeons, trudging through water that was trickling from up the stairs. He hadn't been up there, but he knew the Marauders were behind whatever was going on.

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The boy doesn't even seemed slightly phased by the sight of Sylvia. If anything the boy only held the wriggling bundle tighter.

"Chill out, boots, I'm not gunna hurt it."

"Don't call me boots!" Syliva stomped her foot, not caring that she looked like a little girl, "Let go of Mrs. Norris!" The older boy began to walk away though. It didn't surprise Syl that he wasn't intimidated by her, she wasn't a very scary girl after all. She could hear the defenseless cat mewing and scratching at his coat. Syl didn't think it was fair, people were so mean to poor Mrs. Norris.

Sylvia chased after the boy, tugging on his arm weakly. "Let go of her, are you deaf!? What did she ever do to you?" Sylvia liked the cat, unlike most students. She thought Mrs. Norris was very charming and sweet... Slyvia was a strange girl. "I'm going to follow you until you put Mrs. Norris down," Syl adds, glaring at the the boy's face.



WORD COUNT:: 168
MUSIC PLAYING:: Avril Lavigne - Alice
POST TAGGED FOR:: 7th Years
CHARACTER OUTFIT:: Her pajamas
AUTHORS NOTES:: None

TEMPLATE CREATED BY YOUR SWEET DEMISE of CAUTION 2 THE WIND

[Raphael Dane]

"Don't call me boots!"

Raphael looked at the girl in amusement as she stomped her foot on the floor. Touchy," Girls did some weird thigns, that was for sure, and they had a tendency to react to the most pointless things. Why she cared so much about being called Boots he really didn't know. Well, he wasn't here to argue about who was called what, so he headed off towards the dungeons like he'd intended.

"Let go of her, are you deaf!? What did she ever do to you? I'm going to follow you until you put Mrs. Norris down,"

Raphael rolled his eyes and kept walking, fighting back a grin. "Two's company, m'dear." He wasn't sure what she thoguhthshe was actually going to do to stop him or whatever. How old was this girl any way? And what was she wearing? Everyone had been up there having a party and she was wearing something that looked worthy of sleeping in. She was an odd one, that was for sure. Maybe slightly crazy. But intimadating? Not in the slightest.

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"Touchy,"

Syl ignores his comment and keeps following him, having to walk fast to keep up. Who does this boy think he is, not listening to her? Just because he's older (at least she thinks so) doesn't mean he can disrespect her. That's why she hates boys, they're so inconsiderate.

"Two's company, m'dear."


"You're really starting to make me mad," Syl warns him. "If I were you, I'd let go of that cat." She tries to act big and mean but she ends up slipping a little on the slick floor. The water distracts her and she looks around, "Where's all this water coming from?" Had the water been here before? If so Sylvia hadn't noticed. Then again, it didn't matter much, she was too busy chasing after the older boy.

She caught up to him quickly again, trying to figure out how to get him to stop. He was surely much stronger than her and much better at magic. Sylvia hated to get in trouble and if Filch caught them with Mrs. Norris, well, she didn't want to know what would happen.

WORD COUNT:: 183

MUSIC PLAYING:: Avril Lavigne - Alice

POST TAGGED FOR:: 7th Years

CHARACTER OUTFIT:: Her pajamas

AUTHORS NOTES:: None

TEMPLATE CREATED BY YOUR SWEET DEMISE of CAUTION 2 THE WIND

[Raphael Dane]

"You're really starting to make me mad,"

"What a shame." He almost sounded sincere. Not. Raphael generally didn't care what others thought in situations, and he'd grown to be very good at annoying people. Heck! He was pretty sure he'd annoyed pretty much every member of Ravenclaw to the point of them hating his guts, what was one more name on the list?

"If I were you, I'd let go of that cat."

Raphael laughed to himself and kept on walking, listening as the girl hurried along behind him. "No. Go find yourself your own cat to play with." That, he knew, wasn't her problem, but she seemed to get wound up very easily, and Raphael never passed up such an opportunity.

"Where's all this water coming from?"

There was at least an inch of water gathered at the bottom of the stairs, and he could feel it just managing to soak into his shoes. Grinning, he tugged the jacket more tightly around the cat so it couldn't get loose, and dunked it to the floor, dragging his jacket, cat and all, through the water for a few seconds before picking it up again.