How long had it been? A few decades at the very least. Only God knows when she last had a decent conversation, though she doubted even God cared about her anymore. Anyone who had known Rosalie Norris Filch, now thought she was dead. Amber eyes opened, staring up at the once handsome face of her lover, her husband. Filch had taken wonderful care of her when she first stumbled through this new, awkward world, but their love grew stronger through the triumphs and the failures.
With an elogant stretch of her hindquarters, Mrs. Norris took to all fours, the silence of the night almost penetrable, seeming to haunt and tease her. 'Oh, if only I could remember what colour his hair had been… Or mine for that matter…' Now, not many know what truly happened to sweet, loving Rosalie Filch, but Argus knew. A few years into their marriage, Rosalie got confident in her magical powers, trying to impress her lover, she attempted to become an animagus. But then she found she couldn't change back, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't do it. She was stuck now, in her new form: the form of a cat.
Restless paws kneaded her husband's chest, eyes staring around the room. She had to get out. Now. With a lick to his cheek, she took off for the corridors of Hogwarts, this wasn't the first time she had needed to leave the room and walk. The familiar sights and scents came to her, making her walk faster. That strange male cat's scent was back, and as usual he followed her.
Angrily, she turned to face her stalker, lips pulling back to bare her teeth, fur fluffing out and a slight growl starting to form in the back of her throat. But this male offered no returning challenge, he held something strange in his jaws, something brightly coloured and wrapped in paper. Gingerly, he stepped forward into the moonlight, his ugly, squashed face innocent.
Mrs. Norris paused in her growl, the fur on her back laying flat as he set the present before her, leaving without looking back at her, his tail low, showing total submission. As all know, curiosity killed the cat… And she gave into hers. Nervously, she nudged the paper away with her paw, revealing a bouquet of bird feathers. To humans, this was a disgusting gift, to Mrs. Norris, this was a declaration of love.
