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Maz Cowan


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Mar 15 2018, 03:30 PM
With some advice from the new Headmaster and even his barely concealed warning ringing in her ears Maz made her way to her Charms professor’s classroom. He was a teacher she used to quite like, if she ignored what he’d done to Tim, and in class she could, for the most part. He certainly hadn’t been a teacher she’d ever wished to avoid as she did then. The man had changed, everyone knew and it wasn’t a good change either. Of course Maz understood why he’d changed and she did feel bad for him, guilty even since she’d failed in what she’d been trying to do on the day that changed him. Understanding didn’t mean she wanted to find herself in his company though.

Reaching the door and finding it closed as she’d expected Maz stepped back from it instead of knocking. She could abandon the idea, leave it be and let the first year be for another. She could walk away from having to spend anytime with this dementor of a man and leave it to someone else. Actually she could even go find that someone else now. Or, she could just get on with it.

It was always going to be that option - getting on with it. That’s what Maz’s whole life basically amounted to she felt. Get up and get on. There was nothing else for it really, she certainly couldn’t see herself turning into some kind of eternal moper waiting around for Death’s shadow like some seemed to.

After a loud sigh at the things she had to put herself through Maz knocked on the door, quietly though. A change from her usual four loud bangs. When the door opened it was to find a much different Maz altogether. The often wild looking girl didn’t look so wild then having straightened herself up on the way. Her wavy hair, rather than seemingly having a life of its own was plaited down her back, her uniform was straight - all buttoned and everything. Even her tie was round her neck where it should be rather than sticking out of her shirt pocket or wrapping her head. Standing differently too she had her booted feet together, hands clasped behind her back and her head respectfully bowed.

She’d read into the warning words, it hadn’t been very difficult. If Professor Morrigan felt she should be a more normal kind of boring student then Maz was more than up to that challenge. At least she would be, right up until the point she got bored of it.

“Can ah have a moment of yer time please, Sir?” Her accent was changed too. The slang words dropped and the harshness around the edges replaced by that unusual Highland lilt. She raised her head, a sweet smile in place. “Professor Taggart said ah should speak tae you, Sir.”

Alex Morrigan
Feb 9 2018, 09:17 PM
Closer to the end of the night than the start Maz was to be found on the balcony. Partly hidden in the corner she had a bottle of vodka and blackcurrant and a small plate of sandwiches on the wall beside her. She’d been surprised to find sandwiches at such an over the top occasion, she thought they’d have been too plain for the obvious show-off the night was. It was a nice surprise, especially for her stomach since she’d skipped dinner earlier. If a person wanted to spend the night drinking they didn’t go near a full meal, finger foods were the way to go.

Standing there for a long time she enjoyed listening to the music from inside while drinking and nibbling. Of course there had been others there too, they left her alone and she did the same for them. Except for that couple who had gotten a little too over-friendly in public that she’d growled at. When they looked around they didn’t see her which made it all the more hilarious when they rushed back into the ballroom after she growled again.

Going back inside wasn’t something she wanted to do having come outside to escape the other guests. During the night she’d flitted around people she knew chatting to this and that person but always the glares, the whispers… the rage building in her gut threatening to explode in a punch to someone’s jaw. She had always felt she was good at rising above when she needed. Choosing to strike out when she wanted to. That evening was proving some of her thinking wrong. It was difficult, very difficult. When she was with someone else it was fine, she could distract herself or play it off with jokes or sarcastic remarks. When she was alone she wanted to hit.

There was no way she could though and that really was a shame because some of the people in the house fully deserved a punch to the jaw simply because they were horrible people. Not just to Maz, in general. It wasn’t going to ruin her night or put a damper on it at all for that matter. She’d still get drunk, she’d still be merry and she’d have a damn good time. Even being there alone in the corner she was enjoying herself, she didn’t always need company.

Though, if good company presented itself to her as it did when Caspian walked onto the balcony she wasn’t going to pass it up. Grinning as he walked her way she drank from the bottle as yet unnoticed.

“Well look who it isnae.” She spoke from what could be now thought of as her corner, she’d claimed it at least for the night. “Ah dae hope yer oot here lookin’ fur me eh ask me tae dance cause by this point in the night it’s just plain rude that ye huvnae.”

Caspian Lanchester
Feb 3 2018, 05:35 PM
It was a rare thing for Maz to be on the Quidditch Pitch outside of team practice and games this past year. She didn’t have much time with homework, studying and her Head Girl duties but when she found she had a chance the girl didn’t wait. She’d run to her dormitory where she grabbed her room, the she’d run all the way to the pitch.

By the time she got there she was so out of breath she had to bend over hands on her knees and gulp in air. While she could run at speed Maz was not a long distance runner and though she would push herself to get to her destination she always regretted it. “Nae. Mair. Running.” Each word was punctuated by a huge intake of the cold winter air.

After some time when her throat stopped feeling like burning ice and her lungs no longer screamed Maz straightened. She placed a hand on the outer wall of the pitch to steady herself, grasped her broom more tightly then set off along the wall, round the curve and to the door. Finding it unlocked Maz frowned. It would be just her luck that one of the precious few times she’d been able to get out here someone would have beaten her to it. Well stuff them, they’d just have to share the space cause her heart was set on flying.

Though cold it was a great night for it. No wind blew and most of the snow had gone from the ground. Rain or more snowfall looked impossible nevermind unlikely on such a clear night. When she reached the pitch proper Maz looked up only to be momentarily distracted by the sky. A clear night was always great for looking up and trying to take it all in but no, she shook her head, she was here to fly.

Her eyes swept the sky now looking for whoever had the same idea as her. She found them quickly but it was hard to tell just who it was. They were up too high and it was much too high. There was no way she was taking a chance of ending up in the air with a person who might try to knock her out of it, she put her thumb and index finger to her lips and whistled loudly twice. “Ahoy there!” she shouted being in an oddly giddy mood. “Friend or foe!” It was easy to tell who was doing the shouting, there were too few broad accented Scots in the castle. Or so Maz believed at least.

Aiden Flynn
Jan 28 2018, 09:38 AM
There had been a shock for Maz that morning as read the newsletter a fellow Hufflepuff had handed to her. Just before she got up and stormed out of The Great Hall she could be heard to mutter. “She f**kin’ promised, not in the bastard school!”

All day since she’d tried to grab a moment between classes, during break, after lunch… every time she did something got in her way and stalled her. A crying first year, a teacher wanting a message delivered like she was some kind of owl or someone annoying her in the already overwrought state. Once she made it up to the professor she wanted to see’s quarters only to find his door locked and him obviously somewhere else in the castle.

It just was not her day, not at all. Her aunt seemed to have disappeared too. Something she'd wished for many times before but annoyed her then.

Just before dinner and once again Maz was stomping her way up towards the tower. If the professor wasn’t in this time she thought she might just set fire to the place and have done. That would solve the problem - lovely cleansing fire.

She wasn’t in the best of moods by the time she reached her destination. The girl wasn’t lazy but after a day of classes who wanted to be climbing all the damn stairs again? Maz felt sorry for the Gryffindors as she had often in the past. She had to wonder why people just couldn’t build all on the flat instead of up, up and up beyond where anyone should have to climb.

After knocking on the door to the Astronomy tower Maz stepped back, the newsletter was clutched in her fist. A fist bearing dried blood after she'd missed another student and punched a wall earlier. She'd got them next punch though so not a total loss. “Professor? Kin ah huv a minute eh yer time please?” She was trying to be polite but as every word was forcing its way through her teeth she didn’t sound it.

Jethro Lancaster
Jan 24 2018, 07:22 PM
As soon as Maz saw Trystan in the entrance hall she knew she’d made a mistake when she started her search for him in the library. She jogged down the stairs and made her way over to him.

“There ye are. Ah’ve been lookin’ aw over fur ye.” A slight exaggeration. “Come way me.” She motioned with her head for him to follow. Her destination clear as she headed straight for the door leading down to their common room. They didn’t stop at the common room however, Maz carried on by. Only then did she explain.

“Ah dinnae know if Tim telt ye when he’s been teachin’ ye spells but ah said ah’d teach ye some other ways eh kickin’ arse.” She grinned at Trystan as they walked. “Took me a bit tae find a willin’ victim an’ sort a room.”

Maz opened the door she stopped beside and led them into what was usually an empty room. Now in the middle of the floor was a circle of cushions with an odd looking rug in between. Standing on the rug was a lean boy about Maz’s height. “That’s Dusty.” She introduced her fellow seventh year and Prefect. “Bit eh a dick-

“Hey!” Dusty exclaimed. Maz ignored.

“-when he gits carried away but decent enough people.” she finished. “Dusty this is Trystan.” She waved a hand in Trystan’s direction. “Unlike some people, he’s no a dick.”

“Maz!” Dusty snarled though it was clearly in good humour. Again Maz ignored him. She directed her attention to Trystan.

“The rug’s spelled tae be a soft landing, an’ the cushions wulnae move. The plan is Dusty attacks me, ah fend him aff an’ then you kin try the same way one eh us. Ah cannae promise ye wulnae git a bruise or two but we’ve cream fur that.” Maz bent slightly, bringing herself down to the younger boys level. “Listen, ah’ll admit, this is a bit selfish eh me but ah want tae leave school knowin’ you’ll be fine. Tim can teach aw the wee tricky spells dinnae ‘hink eh an’ aye ah’ll admit oan that he knows mair than me.” A big admission from Maz who prided herself on being a fighter. “Fur the dirty muggle tricks even less fowk ‘hink eh ah definitely know mair than him.” She grinned. There was always that. She may not be the best at duelling but she was a born fighter.

“Ye can caw this quits at anytime ye want… even noo. It’s your call.” She held a hand out to him, “Ye in?”

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