It had surprised Maz to find that after the sun had fallen she didn't start to itch to get back to Jen's. She certainly didn't have any kind of feeling towards Jen's house or indeed her aunt, that wasn't why she tried not to stay out. It was the passing of the night. Maz had never been a great sleeper, not even when she was a small child. Sleep either eluded her or dreams plagued here, there was rarely a happy medium and even when there was it was restless.
Strange places made her troubles worsen. It had taken months for her to get used to sleeping at Jen's but that could have been chalked down to why she was there and her age. Then came Hogwarts and she had taken longer still to settle in her dormroom, to feel at ease within it's walls. Random nights staying over at another house without being blackout drunk were never going to pass quickly for her.
She'd tried to sleep, she really had. Her yellow and black pyjama shorts and t-shirts were put on in good faith. Her hair she had braided into two plaits that fell over each shoulder to stop it getting tangled. The bed had been laid in, she'd gotten herself comfortable and... it was all for nothing. Hours after they'd all turned in Maz lay wide awake with not even a hint of sleep to come in her body.
Things to think about were popping into her mind with far less frequency and she could devote fewer slow minutes to them after running through her favourite topics. Finally she simply lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, her mind blank, her eyes open.Whit if they start shaggin'... really loudly?
"Fuck off." The girl told herself quietly. That was the problem with a blank mind, or at least her blank mind. Unless she worked at it the blankness never lasted long.Whit if they've nicknames that they shout it each other?
"Stop. Just stop it!" A whisper of a hiss greeted this thought. She wanted to sleep. Just let her sleep. Why couldn't she just bloody sleep? They might even be quite vocal aboot whit they-
"Am up. Am fuckin' up." Maz swung her legs round and from the bed before the thought could even be finished. Sitting on the edge of the bed she put her head in her hands. Why did she have to think like that? But she knew why. It came from years of worrying about the same things at Jen's. Blame could be laid at Jen's feet for so much in her life.
Peering up from her hands Maz looked around the room. There was literally nothing for her to do. Her book she had finished, drinking so late and on her own seemed pathetic and she wasn't hungry. The room was hopeless to her, it may as well have been empty. She glanced over at the window on which she'd neglected to pull the drapes. The moon was half-full, just how she liked and quite inviting really.
Maz quickly slipped on the trainers she'd brought in her bag, grabbed her jacket from the chair it rested on and walked with gentle steps to the door. She pushed it open a fraction to peer out before pushing it further and sticking her head into the hallway. Left and right she looked while she listened for any noise. Finding all quiet she slipped out and closed the door softly behind her.
It wasn't her house she was in, it wasn't even a relations. She had no right to be sneaking around in the dark but argued with herself that it was fine since she intended on going directly outside. She wouldn't even look in any rooms on the way. Sticking close to the walls she crept along using what little light made it through the windows and soon she'd managed to find the front door which thankfully wasn't locked. She wondered about that but chalked it up to either luck or just wizards being wizards.
After slipping on her jacket Maz took a deep breath of the cool air. After the hot day they'd made it through the night was mild. Not too hot and not yet as sticky as the days could be. A perfect time for a walk really. Maz set off, walking far enough from the house that she wouldn't be heard if she got a fright from some rustling critter but close enough to always keep it in sight.
Starting off she was quite rigid, annoyed by her lack of sleeping like a normal person and wary of her surroundings but soon she'd relaxed. This was no different to walking anywhere else and she had her wand anyway. She had not a care in the world as she went on her way singing quietly to herself and sometimes dancing a little for a step or two. The song she was making up on the spot, a childish sounding melody about comedic creatures in gardens.Timothy Morrigan