Azalea inched her way along the ground slowly but surely, dodging and weaving in and out of other students. Her suitcase occasionally grazed a toe in which she apologized and kept moving, faster each time. By now she was practically pushing through the crowd, her eyes locked on the ground while she avoided eye contact with the other students. She could have easily stopped every one in what they were doing and ordered them to move, but then her secret would have been out. She couldn't expose herself, not yet.

"Excuse me please." Azalea spoke softly to the boy named Izo who was blocking her way. She had lost her patience only after a second leading her to push past him quickly, stumbling due to her obnoxiously large bag. She reached out for balance, grabbing onto the thing nearest to her in which this case it was the boy. She gasped softly, quickly pulling her hand away once she had retrieved her steadiness. He was ice cold to the bone. Azalea glanced up at him for a split second, her cheeks almost as red as her eyes. "I'm sorry, my apologies." She whispered softly, bowing her head as she looked down making sure to loose eye contact. She chose her words carefully, if she would have said something along the lines of 'forgive me', that could have ended in a scene of him down on his knees begging. She had learned from her many mistakes. Azalea stood there a few moments before beginning to walk away, hauling the luggage behind her.