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Featherbrain cooed annoyingly at Dazai, waiting for him to be finished with the letter to Mori.
Fred and George laughed, they were enjoying Dazai's suffering even though they were supposed to be doing assignments!
...Well, it's not like Dazai could judge, he himself was supposed to be writing an essay to Snape, but not doing his homework was expected of him now.
Oh, right, Dazai had something to ask his subordinates!
"Hey," Dazai started, looking at the small group in the room. "Are wizards considered human?"
The twins blinked at him while Draco just looked annoyed and Blaise sighed.
"Yes?" Fred answered, though it was more of a question.
"Why?" Blaise asked, cocking his head to the side.
Dazai shrugged. "I mean, I'm not human, so I was wondering if it was a wizard thing or just a me thing,"
Suddenly, everyone in the room was starting at him. Hermione was the first to speak up.
"D-Dazai, what do you mean by that?"
Dazai looked at her confusedly. "I meant exactly what I said,"
Blaise furrowed his brows. "That's really concerning, y'know," Always blunt that one.
Dazai huffed. "You guys really need to stop worrying about me! First my eye and now this.."
Fred and George walked closer with concern etched into their features. Pity. Dazai instinctively inched away.
"Dazai," George started. "Why would you think you're not...?"
Dazai waved the twins off with his usual nonchalant expression.
"It's just how I've always been, you just worry too much."
"Dazai, no," Blaise replied.
Ron walked over from the corner he was sitting in. "Dazai, I'm like, 99% sure you're perfectly human,"
Dazai snickered and smirked. Not even a full 100.
"Snakey," Fred started. "Please listen, you're worrying us,"
Dazai crossed his arms and huffed.
"You're just proving my point, y'know,"
The twins sighed in unison.
"Wait," Blaise started. "Is this about...?" Blaise was obviously referring to the Port Mafia, but everyone else (- Draco) must've thought he was referring to the Daily Profit.
"Dazai..." Hermione said with pity lacing her tone.
But that would have to be the end of that, because Dazai noticed the time and it just so happened to be almost curfew. He ushered (forced) the gang out of the gang room, but something told him this wasn't the end of this conversation.
No, Dazai was not glad about that. He was not attached to them.
The smile on his face was simply just lingering there from when he faked it a moment ago.
No other reason.
Definitely.
(But maybe...?)