Sitting at the table with the other seventh years Maz was getting more agitated by the second. She had the librarian checking over her shoulder every minute or so and it didn’t help that Dusty sitting beside her was trying to calm her down. The more he whispered at her side the more she wanted to punch him in the face. Her hands became fists and she really had no clue just how much longer she could hold the outburst in. It was destined to happen now, she’d past the point of no return just a couple of minutes before.
She’d made herself a bet though. A bet that this year would be the one year she did not go off on one at the librarian. Every single year around exam time she’d done it and earned herself a ban from the library. She’d wanted to prove something to herself but maybe that something was just too damn difficult.
As her eyes bored into the page of the charms book opened on the table before her Maz started muttering under her breath. She’d be very surprised if anyone else at the table could understand her since she was laying the accent on as thickly as she could and throwing in every word of slang she knew. It wasn’t helping, not in the slightest.
“Will ye wrap it way yer hissin’ in mah fuckin’ ear!” She turned to face Dusty and all but screamed in his face. “It’s not fuckin’ helpin’! Twat!”
The librarian moved to speak but Maz was on her feet already. “An’ you!” She growled and left very little space between them. “You better hope ah dinnae see you when ah’ve left this school!” Even though there was very little room Maz moved closer. “Ah will make you pay fur every vulture look, every sigh, every tsk and every single fuckin’ snidey look! Ah fuckin’ promise you that!”
While the librarian took to loudly banning Maz from the room for life Maz was already on her way out, flipping the double bird over her shoulders as she went. She stopped at the doors holding them open as she looked back into the room.
“Shove yer library up yer fuckin’ arse!” She roared, turned on her heel and let the doors slam behind her.
Well that was that. She was probably going to be in a lot of trouble for that later but really, what could anyone expect? There was enough stress for the students without the librarian adding to it. It wasn’t totally her fault, she’d been pushed into her outburst. Forced even. At least it wasn’t for nothing - it had worked. Already she felt much better than she had, there was even a spring in her step as she walked away from the doors, singing quietly as she went.
After only a few steps she almost bumped into another seventh year, only avoiding a collision at the last minute by skipping to the side. “Hey Aliana!” She greeted the Gryffindor happily. “Yer no gaun eh the library ur ye?” It was obvious she was. Where else would she be going in this corridor? “Ah’d advise ye no eh. Ah’ve just goat done kickin’ aff in there.”
The Hufflepuff looked around. She needed something to do and since Aliana was right there she may as well be roped in too. Aliana was always good for a laugh and she tended to go along with Maz’s crazier schemes more than anyone else in the castle.
“How handy is yer broomstick? How quick kin ye git it if ye wanted?” Maz asked as she looked back to the other girl. “Am ‘hinkin’ aboot gittin’ mine an’ huvin’ a game eh Chicken aff the Quidditch stands… Fancy it?”
Chicken off the stands was a plan Maz had in mind for years now but one she’d never quite worked up the courage to carry out. Since she didn’t have very much time left before the option would be gone she decided it was now or never. She couldn’t possibly let the chance slip away. It was too good an idea for that.Aliana Alcove