Talking in Our Sleep

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We've tied twice though. And I will promise you guys this: I will try to update whenever we're against the teams with few people. But you might not see much of me until the Cup is over. Sorry!

For those also reading that, I will update Every Little Thing hopefully next.

And now I give you the wonderful, hopefully funny chapter of Mrs. Norris.

Chapter 22: Mrs. Norris

James Potter and Sirius Black were hurrying back to Gryffindor Tower, trying to look as innocent as two boys who were out waaay past time to be out could.

"Just as long as that bloody cat doesn't crop up..."

Then they stopped. At the top of a flight of stairs, nestled somewhat in the shadows (either to spy on students or catch a wink of sleep without Filch knowing they were not sure) was the same 'bloody cat' Sirius just mentioned.

"Is she dead?" Sirius asked hopefully.

James leaned over the cat, watching her breathe evenly. Why, she was even purring!

"No, just sleeping."

Sirius looked slightly disappointed.

They watched the cat sleep, watched as her ears twitched and her tail flicked. Despite himself, Sirius burst out laughing as soon as the cat began to smack her lips.

"She's dreaming of food! Wish I dreamed of food..."

"I think you do, mate."

Mrs. Norris let out a meow in her sleep and stretched, drawing her front paws over her face. She purred louder.

James was actually tempted to pet her. "Wonder if this is the only time she can get away from that nutter, Filch?" he asked, more to himself than Sirius.

Sirius smirked. "You're probably right."

James kneeled down next to Mrs. Norris and said, "You know, I don't think she's so bad... while she's sleeping at least. She's actually rather pretty, too."

"Fancy Mrs. Norris, James? I think the 'Mrs.' should imply that she's married."

James chuckled. "Let's leave her be before she wakes up and alerts Filch that we're out of bed." He set off down the hall a few steps.

"Wait."

James stopped and stared back at Sirius, who was still standing next to the cat. "What?" he asked, hoping no ghost, or Filch, would pop up unexpectedly.

"There's something I've wanted to do for a long, long time." James watched as Sirius reared back and kicked the sleeping cat down the stairs. Laughing, they made a break for Gryffindor Tower.

Mrs. Norris sat at the foot of the stairs, somewhat dazed. She shook her head, glanced around, and got to her feet. She figured she deserved that for taking a nap on the job.