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The woods were practically endless, it seemed. And Dazai was— surprise!— hopelessly lost. He’d completely lost sight of the train tracks. He couldn’t see the castle anymore.
Guhhhhh. Every tree looked the same. He wasn’t getting anywhere.
Dazai sighed. Sometimes on this little journey, he’d pondered whether or not he should have just stayed behind. Done what he was supposed to.
The foxglove burned a hole in his pocket.
He was supposed to be the villain, right?
So why couldn’t he do it?
Meanwhile, in Hogsmeade, the Hell’s Hounds were searching for clues.
Or, well, not exactly clues. Just something to indicate where Dazai had gone. Because he was nowhere in sight. As to be expected, Blaise supposed.
He just wished he knew why Dazai had decided to run away. They’d won.
They’d beat the basilisk.
Lockhart wasn’t a problem anymore.
So why did he go? Blaise had a gnawing feeling in his gut, the one that signaled when Dazai wasn’t telling him everything.
Dazai had hardly slept. That was probably good, though, he had to get out of here fast. Between Mori finding out he’d ultimately disobeyed orders and the Hogwarts staff finding out just who had made everyone have to wait even longer to be un-petrified, Dazai had plenty to fear. He had to keep moving.
Although, for some reason, although he feared punishment, the act somehow made him feel… relieved.
It was kind of hard to believe that one little motion of the arms had changed everything.
Hard to believe that…
That he was on the run, all for not contaminating a potion.