"painted as a villain."
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ezra sutton and fred weasley were not friends, not even close, but she did need his help and neither expected what would come out of such a simple request.
[prisoner of azkaban - goblet of fire]
[book one i...
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Once returning to Hogwarts in the New Year, Sutton did her very best to avoid any person who even remotely looked like they had red hair, which meant she sat as far from the Weasley twins as she possibly could in class, blushing furiously whenever she happened to make eye contact with the very person she was hell-bent on avoiding, kept her distance from any of the many Weasley's who sat near her during the weekly Study Hall, did her very best to only leave the Slytherin Common Room whenever she had classes or Quidditch practice, and even went as far as ducking behind a suit of armor on her way to the kitchen before she realised that it wasn't Ginny Weasley walking her way.
Once told, Lyra had found her best friend's make-out session with Fred Weasley absolutely hilarious and never failed to not bring it up whenever she happened to see the twin around the castle.
"Oh come on." The Lestrange Heiress had exclaimed one evening a week after the term had begun and Sutton had dragged her the long way to the Quidditch Pitch for practice after spotting the twins lurking in the halls, presumably hiding from Filch who they had also seen shuffling about with Mrs Norris hot on his heels, "You guys made out while you were drunk, it's really not that big of a deal that you have to drag me the long way."
"Yes, it is." Sutton had hissed once they had left the Entrance Hall, "We're barely friends, it's weird."
But, alas, she also knew that she was being utterly ridiculous, but she wasn't in Gryffindor for a reason, and that reason was that she didn't have a courageous bone in her body, so she continued to avoid the prankster who she did enjoy being in the company of even if it was over something as silly as a kiss.
Since her truthful talk with her mother about the identity of her father, she was still processing all of it but at least she now had open conversations with her mother about him and she felt like it had brought them much closer and the only problem in that situation was that whenever and wherever she happened to see Harry Potter, he always looked about ready to murder her or scream at her, which lead her to avoid the Boy Who Lived as well so he wouldn't shout at her for reasons that were out of her control because she hadn't even known the identity of her father until he had so rudely screamed it in her face.
"Sutton, you with us?"
The brunette snapped out of her trance to see the entire team either staring or glaring at her.
"Uh, y-yeah." She cleared her throat, "Yeah, why?"
"You spaced out." Warrington replied, staring at her in confusion, "The game is next week and we can't afford to be in our own worlds."
Sutton sent him a scathing look, wanting to snap at him about the team not having to worry about Ravenclaw if they hadn't milked Malfoy's injury for all its worth because, despite her dislike for him, he was a damned good Seeker.
