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Jul 1 2017, 09:28 PM
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
Jul 1 2017, 11:52 AM
Maz had arrived in the village that morning fully intending to attend summer camp for the day. She'd gotten off the bus, walked up the path to the university gates and then changed her mind. She was almost seventeen, almost an adult in the world she lived in. She could do what she wanted and she would.
The problem was, as she'd discovered quickly, she didn't know what she wanted to do. The morning she spent going in and out of shops speaking to the owners if they were up for a chat and making a purchase here and there. In the Post Office she'd helped set and bandage the wing of a returning owl and shared a lunch with the nice lady who'd been so flustered by the poor creatures injury.
Now though, with half the day gone and still hours before she was due back at Jen's Maz was at a lose. What was she supposed to do now? What was there to do? She kept walking since she didn't want to stay still and become more bored than she already was.
In the end she made her way to the small swingpark just outside the village itself. It had been built years ago she knew for the children living in the village. Though, given how often it was completely empty Maz had to assume all those children had grown up and not been replaced. It was sad really and while she'd love to see the park more in use she never did bother to tell anyone about it. Let others find it on their own, in the meantime she'd enjoy the peace she got there.
After unwrapping one of the swings from around the top bar Maz sat on it and swung slowly. She started singing to herself as she did so and was soon bobbing her head from side to side.
"Come on Eileen, oh I swear (what he means). At this moment, you mean everything. You in that dress, my thoughts I confess . Verge on dirty. Ah, come on Eileen" Starting off quietly she was soon belting out the tune as was often the way with a party song. She carried on singing happy in her solitude and quite enjoying herself.Thomas Lightfellow
May 17 2017, 07:26 PM
Having been on a high all day Maz wasn't too concerned when the note requesting her presence in her Head of House's Office was given to her by a fellow Hufflepuff. She'd been expecting something throughout the day, wondering what class she'd be getting out of. It didn't even irk that she was denied a bit of skiving off time since at least she didn't have to cut her dinner short.
After what had happened just that morning, what she'd made happen Maz knew a professor or even the Headmaster would be wanting a word with her. There would be questions, possibly an accusation or two. For while her tracks were well and truly covered and nothing linked to any of it it was rightly believed throughout the castle that Maz was in some way responsible. While she wouldn't confess to a soul the Hufflepuff did quite like that people believed her capable of pulling it off. It showed a confidence that others had in her, a boost to her own in turn.
She watched Professor Hart as he left the hall trying to see if he was angry but the man was quite unreadable. His face straight he didn't even look her way as she suspected most other professor's would. So far Maz hadn't had dealings with the man except the odd admonishment in the corridors or at meals. She'd never spent any length of time in his company so still, after he'd been in the castle a while he was completely unknown to her.
Leaving the hall after finishing a big dinner Maz made her way up the stairs to the corridor that held her Head of House's office. She swung her bag lazily as she walked along, holding it at length so it just missed being stopped by the floor. Reaching the door she stopped, slung one of the bags straps over one shoulder and then knocked loudly on the door.
Maz took a step back as she waited having no desire to be right in the Professor's face if he choose to open the door instead of just calling her in.Declan Hart
May 16 2017, 07:56 PM
Having deliberately held back from the crowd - well back - Maz entered the Great Hall alone after breakfast had already started. Dancing along to a tune only heard in her head the Hufflepuff sang as she made her way to the Slytherin table instead of her own. She was in a good mood. It was going to be a splendid day, she was sure of it.
“You've done me wrong, your time is up. You took a sip from the devil's cup. You broke my bones, there's no way back. Move right out of here, baby, go on pack your bags. Just who do you think you are? Stop actin' like some kind of star. Just who do you think you are? Take it like a man, baby, if that's what you are.”
Stopping behind Pavon an envelope was placed to the side of his meal. “Yir hoose is comin’ along nicely noo aw the paperwurks oot the way. The movin’ walls stunnin’.” The photos within the envelope showed each room of the Sannesley family home and a few of just the wall, all taken with a magical camera and developed in magical solution of course. As was inevitable blocks in the road had been hit, hopefully they were all past or at least the majority of them. Kneeling down to bring her lips beside her friends ear Maz reached for a slice of toast. “Yi really want tae be readin’ the paper the day.” The words left her in a whisper meant for his ears alone. “Keep an eye oan the Gryffindor table tae.”
After a quick smile Maz was on her way, singing again as she danced along not worrying to keep her voice down. “'Cause I'm movin' on up, you're movin' on out. Movin' on up, nothin' can stop me. Movin' on up, you're movin' on out. Time to break free, nothin' can stop me, yeah. They brag a man has walked in space. But you can't even find my pace. There ain't nothin' you can do. 'Cause I've had enough of me, baby, bein' beat by you.”
Some of the words she had changed to make the song better fit her, she often did tweak songs if she felt a need to or if the occassion was right. Upon arriving behind her two closest friends in the school Maz stopped singing and squeezed herself between Amber and Tim. “Nice song eh? Bit eh a threat in it ah feel.” She flashed a winning smile at them both before taking a bite of the toast. While chewing she sorted herself a bowl of cereal, taking her time about it.
Turning slightly to Amber so as not to exclude Tim she asked. “Mind that time ah telt yi ah dinnae use secrets fur blackmail?” Told was perhaps pushing it but she had felt it was made clear that blackmail was not something she bothered with. “Jist wait tae see whit ah dae use secrets fur.” Having not waited for an answer she kept things cryptic, smiled and turned her attention back to her food.
A few spoonfuls later she turned now slightly towards Tim. “Post been?” The question was asked though the one doing the asking knew the answer. Her morning up until the time the post owls arrived had been well planned. The post had not been but it would come and soon. “Very important is the news. Very very.”
Soon proved to be just as Maz was finishing her bowl of sugared flakes. Looking up at the sound of beating wings her lips spread wide. The time had come. In the claws of the many owls - much more than was usual - was her plan coming to fruition. It had been a long time in the making. A test to her own stubbornness as she had to hold herself back each and everytime she saw those who had wronged her. Watching as the owls swooped and piles of copies of The Daily Prophet fell on all four house tables plus in front of each member of staff she could not wait for the reaction. “Read the news guys.” She nudged Tim and Amber. “It’s important remember?… Especially tae the Gryffindor table the day.” Ignoring the papers herself Maz’s eyes found three members of said table, the ones whose names had stoked an icy rage in her each time she thought of them.
The front page of the paper was halved, each side holding what was seen to be an equally important story.
MINISTER RESIGNS AMID BRIBERY CLAIMS!
The first story proclaimed loud and clear with an accompanying photograph depicting what appeared to be the Minister taking a bag, only that was sold to hold gold, from a slightly out of focus figure. The photographs it was claimed had been sent to The Prophets offices anonymously but had quickly been verified as real by those in the know. In the furore that followed with reporters all over the Ministry itself and the Minister's house the woman had resigned. A full investigation was already being set up, might even be underway by time of print. A new Minister would be needed to replace Mrs Ruth Cunningham.
The second headline was just as bold, just as big.
TOP MUGGLEBORN RIGHTS ACTIVIST IN SECRET MEETINGS WITH NOTORIOUS PUREBLOOD RIGHTS PROTESTOR!
The article below, again with photograph of the alleged incident went on to claim that not only had an affair been taking place between the Mrs Sophia Baker and the man but also that she, to keep her movement and in turn herself as relevant as possible, had been paying the so-called activists to protest her gatherings. Again the photographs had been sent anonymously and with them a small pile of corroborating evidence. Worst of it all was the deaths of varying types of blood linked to the protests she had supposedly organised and paid for.
As she watched the faces turning towards the Minister’s daughter Sophie Cunningham and the Muggleborn Rights woman’s son Logan Baker the badger amongst the snakes had a wicked glint to her eye that rivalled that of any Slytherin. This was great, already the idiot girl was crying, near streams running from her eyes as she read the articles that continued on pages 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7. Baker looked shell-shocked, he stared at the print with his mouth hanging open. Another idiot Maz thought to herself as her shoulders started to shake with suppressed laughter. Their faces! It was just too good. Well worth the wait even. Maybe taking her time about getting her own back was the way to go in future… maybe.
It wasn’t over yet though and what happened next was something even Maz couldn’t have foreseen. A howler that had lain unseen upon the Gryffindor table having landed between Cunningham and Baker, directly before one Phillip Kent started to rise. Being completely in the dark about it’s contents the chuckles left Maz as he leaned forward. Her plans for Kent she had thought would sadly not be as public as for the other two. Unlike them he wasn’t connected to anyone in the public domain. Maz did know his parents however and they had recently been visited by a “friend of a friend” and certain nudges to look in a certain seventh year boys room had been made. While she had tried to time it right with the help of her “friend” and his in turn, hoping his parents reactions would line up for her Maz had resigned herself to the fact they wouldn’t. His parents she had suspected would bury what they found and she would have to go after Kent in other ways. How wrong her assumptions had been as she found out when the Howler began yelling, Philip's mother’s voice filling the hall.
“PHIIIIIIILIIIIIIIIP! YOU STUPID BOY, DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU’VE DONE? YOU AND THOSE TWO SUPPOSED FRIENDS OF YOURS; SOPHIE AND LOGAN! YOU’VE RUINED IT! ALL YOUR FATHER HAS WORKED FOR! WE FOUND THE LETTERS, OH YES WE FOUND THEM AND… AND WE’VE SENT THEM TO THE HEADMASTER! YOU HIT THAT GIRL! YOU BEAT HER THREE ON ONE, ALMOST KILLED HER SOME ARE SAYING AND FOR WHAT? A STUPID IDEOLOGY YOU HEARD ON THE RADIO FROM THE MOUTH OF THAT CON-ARTIST! YOU STUPID STUPID BOY! MAZZABELLE COWAN OF ALL PEOPLE! THE ONE AND ONLY REMAINING COWAN! THE FAMILY YOUR FATHER WORKS FOR! THE OWNER OF THE HOUSE WE LIVE IN! WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO MOVE! YOUR FATHER WILL HAVE TO FIND OTHER WORK! HE’S NOT FIT FOR THIS! HIS HEART IS DELICATE AND YOU KNOW IT! YOU WAIT ‘TIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, BOY! YOU BETTER START HOPING THEY LOCK YOU UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY! YOU HAVE BROUGHT SHAME ON THIS FAMILY! YOU DISGUST ME!”
The envelope ignited to fire and the first laugh to be heard was coming from the Slytherin table, from the one Hufflepuff sitting there. The girl with a hand on each of her friends shoulders to steady her as her whole body shook. The girl who now had tears streaming from her own eyes. This was better than anything she could have fully planned, a natural reaction from a down to earth, no-nonsense type of person. Merlin Bless Mrs Kent and her non-nonsense approach to motherhood. Of course she wouldn’t be thrown out of her home. Nor would her husband be out of a job. That was simply a thought Maz had wanted planted in their minds when she’d arranged the visit. A thought she’d let linger a little while longer. It was of course a shame that others had to suffer for the misdeed of three but in Maz’s mind that was the three’s fault and not hers.
Another natural reaction happened when Phillip stood up, his eyes finding the laughing girl and boring into her. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” He screamed across the hall. Maz sobered quickly, her laughter dying as a wicked smirk touched her lips. Slowly she stood and stepped back from the table, away from her friends. Though she doubted that a fight would be able to happen with the staff present, if it did it was her fight. Her arms rose slightly out from her sides as her eyes never left the boy across the hall and the smirk didn’t leave her lips. She tempted him to go for it, silently pleaded with him to come at her, attack. One-on-one, face to face, Phillip did not stand a chance.
Apr 26 2017, 08:46 PM
Maz stopped, her hand resting lightly on the doorknob with her head bent. It was early, earlier than the girl would like with the sun barely making it through the high arched windows of the corridor. The shadows around slowly receded as the rays crept in inch by inch. As much as the early start to her day was not to her liking it simply had to be so. Plans didn’t put themselves into action.
How unfortunate it was that her plan had to bring her here, to this door, with a person she preferred to avoid within. More unfortunate still was the fact she had to ask that person for help. Abhorrent enough was that notion of requiring anyone but to need her aunt, actually need her. The girl was revolted at the very thought.
Without another thought, before her growing sense of repulsion could drive her away Maz opened the door she’d magically unlocked. After a quick look around the deserted corridor she entered the room closing the door behind her. Darkness enveloped her and she stood still allowing her eyes time to adjust until finally she saw the bed and the sleeping form upon it.
Many a time in the past had this particular table been turned. The thought brought a smirk to the girl’s face as she moved on avoiding the chair and table sat in the middle of the small space. How would it feel she wondered to do what had been done so many times and place her hands around the sleeper’s neck? Would Jen wake, shocked from sleep by an unknown terror as she always had or would her aunt sleep on oblivious?
At the side of the bed she knelt with her head tilted as she looked into her aunt’s face. Of course the girl had seen the woman sleeping before but that had always been in a drunken slumber. Jen’s face that morning looked peaceful, the make-up washed and the redness of liquor gone from her cheeks. Maz could even see the similarities between Jen and her father, the little tells that they had actually been siblings. Similarities so often lost in the anger and disgust that marred her aunt’s features.
It was difficult to stop the thoughts of what if. What if her parents hadn’t died, would her fun, loving aunt Jen still exist? What if Jen hadn’t turned to hating her the moment she was needed most, would they be closer? Would they, could they have ever carried on with the relationship they had before? Was the love shared between a favourite (and only) aunt and her favourite (and only) niece always destined to crumble? They were all what if’s Maz couldn’t answer, for while she could ‘see’ into the future it was the one to come and not the could have beens.
Sighing loudly she pulled her mind back to the moment and what needed to be done. A gentle hand was placed not on Jen’s neck but her shoulder. Maz shook her aunt before sitting back and staring at her intently. The creepiness of the moment didn’t escape Maz and she fixed a could be deranged smile upon her own face.