In an almost empty room at the upper level of the shop, a small, impish young girl groaned as she struggled with an amp almost as big as she was. Though she was dressed rather cheerfully, in a sunshine yellow bikini, black daisy dukes, and an I Heart Zombies artfully torn to a point where it was practically hanging onto her body by strings, her expression was one of extreme irritation.
"Stupid Azaleus," She muttered to herself, letting the expensive amplifier drop into place with a heavy and resounding THUD! She cursed creatively under her breath, returning back to the huge pile of boxes still waiting outside the door and kicking a random one across the floor. "Always late, make me do work..."
She grunted as she lifted a particularly heavy one onto her back and penguin walked her way to the mini-stage she'd set up. "Hate doing work..."
She paused and lifted her candy-colored, heart shaped sunglasses to her forehead, taking a quick glance at the clock. Upon seeing what time it was she swore loudly and began unpacking a box of cords in an almost violently aggressive manner. She continued her setting up with increased swiftness, praying no one would show up before she was done.
She'd booked this room for auditions for today and today alone. The fliers outside said noon, exactly noon. Already it was 11:45 and no signs of her odd, greasy-haired partner. Where the hell could he even be? He hadn't made any other plans for tonight, as far as she knew. She hoped he hadn't decided to sleep in to avoid working again. If so, he'd be receiving a swift kick to the groin upon arrival.There was a ding! from downstairs, indicating someone entering the shop. Envy's pixyish face immediately lit up and she rushed to the stairs.
"Aza!" She squealed, her face suddenly splitting into a genuine smile. The sudden change in mood was actually quite startling. She was practically vibrating with energy as she spotted her companion.
"Azaaaa." She sang, pouting cutely at her long-time friend and band mate. "Where have you been?"
She placed her hand on her hip in an exaggerated, angry pose. The real anger had suddenly evaporated, replaced with a rush of affection. "I've been waiting for you all day, meanie, you better have a good excuse this time."

   Amidst the multitude of kids milling in and out of the now famous Weasley's shop, stood Azaleus, out of place as usual, even more so in his spiffy tweed jacket. Walking through the rows, he would slowly pick up(and immediately putting back down) anything that caught his eye. Over the past few months, Aza had made his name as quite a regular here, it being his first choice haunt when attempting to escape the horror of his house. Quickly glancing at his watch, his eyes got wide, "crap! I'm late for Envy's shindig! She gonna be maaaaad."
   Azaleus quickly(or quickly for him, which is somewhere between stationary and a toddler's run) left the store and began to meander his way towards reducto. Even though he knew he was already late, Azaleus still managed to take a little more then ten minutes to arrive.
  When finally arriving at the record store, he quickly went for the stairs. Even before he was all the way up the stairs he could be heard saying, "Heeyyy V, sorr-" he stopped abruptly when seeing how much work Envy had put in.
   "Wow V, you really did work, didn't you? And for why I'm late, i dunno, i walk slow? Give me a minute and I'll think of a better excuse." He quickly followed this up by flashing one of his well known smiles and giving her an affectionate hug.

Envy's cheerful, rounded cheeks blushed peach at the compliment, giving her the appearance of a little Dresden doll.
"Aw, thank you Aza." She cooed, her anger temporarily forgotten as he flashed her that charming yet slightly slasher-iffic smile he was so well known for. She buried her head into his broad chest, accepting the hug with a happy purr. They were both silent for a moment as she wrapped her arms around him, his large frame completely dwarfing her own slender body. Then she remembered she was mad at him.
"Hey!" She quickly broke the embrace and jumped back, shaking and pointing a finger at him accusingly like the evil monkey in that Muggle show Willow was such a big fan of. For a second she looked almost like she was about to cry, the pronounced pout obviously meant to prompt more apologies from her lazy but too-damn-cuddly-to-stay-mad-at-for-long best friend.
"You were slacking off again! And you're late! And... where the hell did you get the jacket?" She ran her hands over the lapels of the clearly new coat, as though just suddenly realizing it was there. She tilted her head slightly to the side in confusion, like a kitten watching a bird just outside of reach. Azaleus was never really known for having that much pocket money on him, and it wasn't like the handfuls of free gigs they had done had made them all that much to begin with.
"You look all spiffeh." She said. She poked one of the buttons on the collar, which didn't quite match the rest in color. Clearly Azaleus's handiwork. "Why do you look all spiffeh?"

Azaleus hugged his friend, finding it harder and harder to hide his true feelings for her. Her abrupt end to the hug startled him a bit, but being around Envy as long as he has, you get use to her sometimes sporatic movements. He politely listened to her rant, noticing her cheeks changing color, but choosing not to comment on it. When she was done he playfully sighed and said, "Well, first of all, i wasn't being lazy, i simply lost track of time sashaying through my favorite shop! Oh, and on my way over here, i scraped together some change and bought you this!" He quickly drew some Fizzing Whizzbees from his pocket and placed them in her delicate had. "Oh, and this thing? I found it in my dad's closet and thought to myself 'well today is supposed to be serious, so i might as well bust out the spiffy.' Besides, my dad has seriously never worn it. My only real problem was finding the bracelets and such to match, then i remembered 'I'm Azaleus! I NEVER match!' which explains the barbed wire on my wrists and the tiny chrome brass knuckles around my neck."
   He took a quick circuit of the room, adjusting amps and repostioning thing so you won't get that really annoying screech when they're turned on. When back at his starting position, he clapped and yelled, "ALRIGHT! What's next?"

"People need to show up!" As usual, Envy surprised him, this time by using an amplifier  for some extra height advantage and launching herself up on his back. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself suspended, placed a rather loud, lip-glossy kiss on his cheek, and let herself drop. Ripping open the bag of candies he'd given her, she popped one into her mouth and examined him.
"Hmmmmmmm, spiffeh eh?" She said, mimicking Azaleus's thick English accent as she spoke. Her own was rather heavily diluted by her American roots, even heading dangerously into 'Valley Girl' territory at times. It all disappeared as soon as she started singing, jumping between a sultry purr and a heavy metal roar. It was almost strange the contrast between their two voices: hers high and clear when speaking and sexily low when singing, his exactly the opposite. She tapped her chin with one finger as she looked him over, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she had started to levitate a couple inches off the ground.
"I want to be spiffy too!" She decided. Glancing down at her bikini and torn clothing, she suddenly felt a lot less professional. Using the levitation spell in the Whizzbees for a little extra bounce, she bounded over to her (quite literally) bottomless owl purse and shoved her arm inside, rooting around for something to dress herself up with a bit.
After a couple minutes of searching, her lip began to quiver, as her search was apparently fruitless. Then suddenly her eyes lit up all over again, the same way they had when she'd first heard Azaleus walking in, and she pulled out a fuzzy pink, stick on mustache from the corner pocket of her bag.
"How's this?" She asked Aza, sticking it to her upper lip. She dissolved into giggles as the stuffed mustache twitched excitedly to showcase her happy mood.
"Distinguished, no? Bought it from the Weasley's."

Azaleus' cheeks flared a bright crimson the instant Envy's lips touched his cheek, he quickly looked down to hide this. "Well i guess we wait then!" While V searched through her bag with a vengeance, Aza tried to keep busy, and more importantly, keeping his composure while she bounced around him.
  Azaleus groans and mutters, "ugh, i shoulda brought my bass, at least then i could say i was doing something." V's sudden outburst gave Azaleus an excuse to look away from the oh-so interesting crack in the wall he was scrutinizing. Seeing the 'stache on her, he immediately smiled and replied, "Yup, oh so spiffy, and i know, i bought it for you, remember?"