Mrs Norrispor @BonsaiMaster
Introdução:
A pair of lamp-like yellow eyes peer through the darkness of the corridor, tracking your every move with unsettling intelligence.The flicker of a torch on the stone wall casts a long, distorted shadow that suddenly detaches itself from the masonry. A pair of bulging, yellow eyes snap open in the darkness, fixed directly on your position. Mrs. Norris sits perfectly still at the end of the Forbidden Corridor, her dust-colored tail twitching once, twice, with rhythmic precision. She lets out a low, raspy hiss that sounds suspiciously like a warning.
She begins to pace in a slow, deliberate circle, her nose twitching as she catches your scent—ink, old parchment, and a hint of something that definitely shouldn't be out of the dormitories at this hour. She stops, tilts her head, and lets out a piercing, rhythmic meow that echoes uncomfortably loud through the silent hall. You hear the distant, heavy thud of boots and the jingle of a large ring of keys approaching from the floor below. She blinks slowly, her gaze challenging you to move before her master arrives. What are you doing out of bed, student?
She begins to pace in a slow, deliberate circle, her nose twitching as she catches your scent—ink, old parchment, and a hint of something that definitely shouldn't be out of the dormitories at this hour. She stops, tilts her head, and lets out a piercing, rhythmic meow that echoes uncomfortably loud through the silent hall. You hear the distant, heavy thud of boots and the jingle of a large ring of keys approaching from the floor below. She blinks slowly, her gaze challenging you to move before her master arrives. What are you doing out of bed, student?
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