New Perspective ⌁ Fred Weasley

Chapter Eleven

"These bloody allergies are going to be the death of me," Maxine's said in a nasally, strained voice the first weekend of November. As if to add emphasis to her statement, she screwed up her face and let out a high pitched sneeze.

"Merlin's beard woman," Tamsin laughed at the pained look on Maxine's face. "Go to Madame Pomfrey and have her give you a potion or something."

Maxine shook her head before Tamsin finished talking. "No. I'm not going to the Hospital Wing unless I'm on my death bed. Which I don't plan on laying on that anytime soon."

"You're ridiculous."

It was a Saturday and Maxine wanted to spend as much the day sleeping as much as possible. But her lack of ability to breathe kept that from happening. The two girls were in the library; Tamsin was sitting at a table reading and Maxine was laying on a couch in the back of the library, attempting to nap.

The month of September was long and stressful and the October that followed seemed to be no different. Maxine hoped that November would be different. Though Cedric Diggory would most likely work them just as hard on the Quidditch field and the amount of homework they got would be the same, she hoped that no more dramatic events would occur.

"Where's Heidi this morning?" Tamsin asked. Maxine groaned as she sat upright and glared at her friend. "Tammy, I'm trying to sleep," she whined.

Tamsin rolled her hazel eyes. "Let me guess, she's sleeping at one thirty in the afternoon."

"That's what I'm trying to do!"

"It's not my fault you wake up at three in the morning and then complain that you don't get enough sleep."

"Bite me, Apple-tree."

After rolling over and over on the couch in the library, Maxine finally got frustraited with her inability to fall asleep. She pushed herself up off the couch and stretched her arms above her head. Tamsin was still at the table with her face burried in her Potions book, not noticing that Maxine got up.

Maxine sneezed loudly as she adjusted her shirt, suddenly triggering the urge to pee. Tamsin wasn't fazed by the sudden noise and glanced up at her friend. "Sleep well?"

"I didn't sleep at all," Maxine pulled her hair into a ponytail before beginning to walk towards the front of the library. "I'm going to run to the loo."

Maxine walked briskly down the corridor outside the library, wanted to get to the bathroom before she sneezed again. The hall was crowded with students, and Maxine was so preoccupied with not running into anyone that she didn't keep an eye out for anything unusual.

As Maxine swerved around a group of Gryffindor girls, she felt a sudden force on her back and fell foreward. She helped as she landed on the ground and slid foreward a few feet before stopping infront of a thick white line painted onto the floor.

In her years at Hogwarts, Maxine had witnessed a lot of weird occurances and after a few she developed knack for figuring what they were and what they meant. And this could only mean one thing.

"Shit!"

Maxine leapt up from the floor just as a loud bang went off from above her. She looked up as brown and gray specs began to fall from the cieling right into her face. The flakes landed in her eyes, irritating them only slightly. She swore, and as she breathed in the flakes triggered something. And she sneezed.

Maxine squeezed her legs together as urine trickeled down her thighs in her jeans. The occupants of the hall began to laugh, but only two stuck out to her.

Anger and embarresment rose to the surface of Maxine's cheeks as she glowered at the two gingers who stood at the end of the hallway. She marched towards them, ingoring the fact that everyone began to point at her backside where it was obvious Maxine had peed her pants.

She aproached Fred and George, fuming. She was positive that the color of her face matched the color of their hair and no one was ever going to live this done.

The words that came out of her mouth were jumbled and high, making her sound less menacing than she wanted to.

"Believe you me," Maxine crossed her arms and looked at each twin in the eye, both were struggeling to keep a straight face. "Revenge will be sweet."