Azalea Evans °Marauders Era°

Chapter 7 - The Brunette

 Azalea had been watching Lily for a month now, wanting to see if her anger flared around anyone else. She had found that Lily yelled at anyone who got near her, even her own friends. 

   "I don't think she just suddenly got scared of people," Azalea muttered to Sirius, "Someone is messing with her head."

   "I told you!" 

   "Yeah, I know you did," she rolled her eyes, continuing to watch her sister. "Do you think there is a potion in her drink or something...?" 

   "I don't know," his eyebrows furrowed. 

   "Let's watch her friends. Find out who looks the most suspicious and see if any of them mess with her drink." 

   "Alright," he agreed.

   Azalea followed Lily around day after day, becoming more and more suspicious of a brunette that was always clinging to her sisters side. 

   "You are SO funny, Lily," she laughed obnoxiously, "So much funnier than that sister of yours." 

   "I know," Lily giggled, "Azalea just likes to think she is funny. Her jokes are lame." 

   "Totally," the girl agreed.

   Why did Lily allow this new girl to come so close when she barked at everyone else? Azalea was suspicious of these actions.

    "It's the brunette," she told Sirius, "What's her name? Oh, it doesn't matter. She glares at Lily behind her back. I can tell it's her. And she will pay for it."

   "Now, let's not jump to conclusions," Sirius tried to calm the raging redhead. 

   "Conclusions? Have you seen her? She hates Lily. I can tell. And she hates me, too. I don't know why, but she does. And that gives her the motive to slip something in Lily's drink." 

   "She may just hate Lily's shirt," Sirius suggested, "Just calm down, Z."

   Azalea glared at him "No, I won't calm down! Lily could be hurt and scared because of this girl!" 

   "What if it wasn't her, though," he put his hands on her shoulders, "Azalea, please. Just listen to some reason, love."

   Azalea took a deep breath and nodded her head, closing her eyes. Sirius was right. She shouldn't jump to conclusions. The mastermind of the whole ordeal could be framing the brunette for all she knew. 

   Sirius kissed Azalea softly. "I'm going to the game, okay? Come watch me play later. We are playing against slytherin. I know you don't want to miss that." 

   Azalea looked up at him, willing him to stay with her mind. "I don't," she sighed, "I will see you later?" 

   "Of course, love," he kissed her nose. 

   Azalea wrinkled her nose, smiling at him. "Where are your glasses," he questioned. 

   Azalea looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "Well..." 

   "Z! Go get them," he put his hands on her face.

   "Alright. Good luck," she muttered, giving him one last kiss. "I love you." 

   "Love you, too, babe." 

   Azalea spun on her heels and headed to her dorm room, using the wall for support. She tripped over the top step, groaning as she fell on her knees. "Stupid stairs," she muttered under her breath. Azalea pushed herself up, staring at the blurry figure in front of her. "Lily? Is that you. You are red." She put her hands in front of her, patting the person.