A Quiet Life in Mystic Falls

Miss Mystic Falls

The next day the redhead made her way back home with Elena, the Salvatore brothers drove them out to the bridge and pulled the car out of the river. Azalea repaired it, and Elena cautiously drove back to her home.

"You good?" Azalea asked, closing the car door.

"You mean about how I am driving a car, that I crashed over another bridge," she said laughing sarcastically.

"Yeah,"

"I'm fine," she said. "Getting more and more used to all the magic, and supernatural stuff," she said, gesturing to Mystic Falls in general.

"I'm here if you need me," the redhead said, Elena smiled.

"I know, thank you."

The two went to their separate porches. Once Azalea closed the door behind her, she called out for her uncle. After receiving no response, she grabbed from floo powder and threw it into the flames.

She tumbled through the flames and into Draco Malfoy's town house.

"Draco!" she yelled out. "Draco!" she kept calling, walking out of his sitting room and towards the stairs.

"Draco! I need to –"

"What Potter. What do you –" his forehead was creased, but then he saw her face. "What is it?"

Azalea launched into what had happened and what she had been told by Hermione and the others. Draco sat in silence as spoke at the speed of a projectile.

"There must be something to undo it. Or something to show it isn't the case."

"I'll look into it," he promised. "But honestly Azalea the whole thing was believed to be a myth until you discovered it all. It was a children's tale,"

"Maybe that is where we started. If anywhere is going to have the first step, I reckon it will be wizarding myths and legends."

"I'll work on it today, let you know how far I get," he promised.

"I can make you lunch," she offered. "Apology for barging in."

"No Miss, I is be doing that," squeaked an unfamiliar house elf. She was in a silk uniform.

"Thank you Doxra," Draco said, she disappeared. "Sit," he gestured for her to sit.

***

The week leading up to Founder's Day was pretty dull at school, as most of the subjects were focusing on the founding of the town. Which suited Azalea perfectly. She spent most of her time, going over what Draco had found about her new predicament. When she wasn't working on the discovery of her own immortality, she was at the Salvatore house planning a timeline, and schedule for Stefan's blood amounts, and overall progress. She spent hours at the house with the two brothers. Damon had told her some of what was going on with Pearl and the other vampires. He had mentioned a device that Johnathan Gilbert had made and what their plans were to resolve the issue.

The morning of the Miss Mystic competition, the redhead woke to her muscles aching and her mind lethargic. Her nose was blocked, and it felt as though she had unconsciously drunk an entire bottle of fire whiskey in her sleep given how sore her throat felt. She prodded her jaw. Wincing as she felt the swollen glands protest.

Great, she thought. She stood up, feeling the pressure in her head as she did so, and made her way to her potion's drawer.

Skelogro... Wound cleaning... Dittany... a lot of Blood Replenish... Murlap... she kept sifting through the bottles and came up empty on PepperUp.

She rubbed her eyes in frustration, she was tempted to go back to bed and to try and sleep it off when she heard voices downstairs. Listening hard, she could tell her Uncle was talking to Damon.