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Unfortunately, Dazai was awoken before the morning by a boy coming into his room.. pretending to be asleep he studied the boy who walked in. He could careless about whoever this is but he thinks he saw him hanging around Malfoy so against his better judgment Dazai does start getting up.
Actually well rested and now awake Dazai is starting to recall details and sensations that he ignored yesterday. For example the buzzing in the air which he feels whenever an ability (in this case magic) is near and no longer human itches to deactivate it.
The other boy greeted him first, he was already dressed. „Good morning roomie“
He was polite. Dazai can work with that. „Good morning.“ There wasn‘t much else to say while Dazai waited for him to leave so the brunette can change.
The bandages also needed a changing but that would be taken care of later, he‘ll have to look for the bathrooms too. Putting on the robe he and Mori bought a few days prior it was still in the same condition as when it was bought. Looking more thoroughly at himself Dazai realized his bandages were much more contrasting against the clothes than he had originally thought.
Brushing his hair quickly (it really did not do much) he grabbed his books and headed to the first class of the day, waking up late was his plan so he could miss breakfast.
The first class was potions, with the Mori-look-a-like-but-also-not. And seriously Dazai did not like the similarity between potions and medication. Bad start to the day if he says so himself. But nevertheless he continued his way there.
Coming into the classroom at a reasonable time atleast half the class was already there, something he‘d hoped for was that him and the trio would always be in the same class, and also so that he‘ll ‚reconcile‘ with them. He still doesn’t get why they were looked at him so pitifully (or angrily aka Ron).
Looking around, Dazai chose the seat in the corner more out of habit than anything else. The teacher was already there and seemingly waiting for everyone. As Dazai had said earlier he didn’t like the resemblance of potions to medicine or drugs, and neither did he like how this teacher looked. It made him feel icky and like he was back in Mori‘s clinic, the feeling made Dazai act how he was trained to, it was a habit he cannot stop. Trained into him too well it seems. And so he sat there quietly with his feather in his hand, book on his table and parchment infront of him waiting for the lesson to begin.
And oh? The Malfoy kid sat next to him, his two goons were sat behind them. Now that Dazai was actually awake and ready to do his mission, he decided he should infact socialize with his new partner in potions, also because he comes from a prominent Wizarding-family as the brunette had found out.
„Hello.“ going with a respectful approach instead of his usual clowning was a good a idea for this kid, „I‘m Dazai, a pleasure to meet you.“ short and clipped the kid, with who Dazai will dub Mr.too-much-hair-gel, looked at him as if studying Dazai before answering.
„A pleasure to make your acquaintance Dazai, I must say I haven‘t seen someone get picked so fast ever before, it‘s unheard of.“ the blonde spoke while unpacking his stuff.
„It is? My I wouldn’t know too much about that. Is it good or bad?“ this kid isn‘t too bad so far.
„Well it‘s neither, I‘d say it‘s an honour to get picked so quickly. Ah I am Draco Malfoy“ saying that a hand was held out to Dazai.
Taking the hand Dazai smiled back at him before turning to the teacher who had cleared his throat to indicate the start of the lesson.
„There will be no silly wand-waving in my class. Neither do I expect any of you to understand the art of potion making however for those select few that poses the select deposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses-.“
now that got Dazai interested, a mind control potion would come in handy. Even if the brunette‘s manipulation and blackmail tactics are practically perfect a mind control potion would cancel out any oddities.
„I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death“ well that‘s not ideal! No not at all! Dazai truly hopes Mori never learned how to put a stopper on death.
Saying that, the teachers gaze swept around the classroom, staying a while longer on Dazai before moving to Harry. Dazai thinks he‘ll probably get a talking to about the bandages but god-forbid he has to go to the nurse. He‘ll just say Mori‘s a doctor and it‘s all fine.
Looking at the teacher, Dazai saw some mix of resentment but also reverence in his gaze for Harry. That‘s a mystery Dazai will gladly look into in his free-time.
If Dazai didn’t have as much self control as he did he probably would have started snickering when Snape lectured Harry.
„-confidence to not pay attention. Mr.Potter, our new celebrity.. tell me what I would get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood.“
Dazai knew this, it was easy but he wasn‘t stupid enough to look like a know-it-all, (unlike a certain other brunette). So he settled on rolling his eyes which apparently didn‘t go unnoticed by the professor who turned to him, with a neutral but somewhat patronizing expression.
„And would you know the answer Mr.Dazai? As you seem so sure of yourself.“
Well atleast now he has a reason to answer.
„The conduction created by it makes a sleeping potion, so powerful it has been nicknamed the draft of the living dead.“,there was no emotion in his voice, nor his face. It was completely blank and void of any indication he was even a living being.
„That is infact, correct.“ everyone seemed somewhat surprised that Dazai had gotten it correct. Ofcourse they didn‘t memorize the whole textbooks like he did for the next few years, and while Hermione did probably do something similar for this year, it was for a very different reason.
That being said, the teacher gave him one long stare before he started to continue with his lesson, which Dazai mostly blocked out. Only noting something about 5 points going to Slytherin and 5 getting deducted from Gryffindor. He‘ll ask Draco about it later.