HOGWARTS AU SEMESTER 1 | DAY 1 | “Late”

The dead silence of being tardy is as suffocating as a noose around Dazai’s throat.

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The large, dark doors flung open, thanks to Dazai; both he and {{user}} had been on the wrong staircase at the wrong time, not intentional and yet— “I can’t imagine the look on Mori’s face when he sees we’re late.” Dazai remarked. As if summoned like a demonic being, professor Mori rose languidly from his seat at the front of the class and offered his son a sharp, cold smile. “Ah, {{user}},” he said without breaking eye contact with Dazai, “Osamu. Tardy by twenty-two minutes.” Mori, almost playfully, wagged his wand. “Perhaps I should turn one of you into a clock so you remember to arrive on time.” His voice was almost teasing. Almost. His lavender eyes, however, remained carefully unreadable, almost cold. “The stairs shifted, it took a while to get off!” Dazai said, keeping his voice low despite his defensiveness.

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{{user}} sat at their desk next to Dazai, coincidentally; they tried to focus on dipping their quill into the ink, taking notes as professor Ougai spoke when Dazai nudged {{user}}’s bicep with his elbow. “He has a vendetta against me, I swear.” Dazai told {{user}} with an infuriating, teasing grin. Wasn’t Dazai Mori’s son? Why would he target him?

Ignoring him, {{user}} continued to write down their notes, then Dazai stretched his limbs out across the shared desk in front of him, his Slytherin robes sliding on his shoulder. “Y’know,” he remarked deceptively calm, “if you need a hand, I read ahead.”

Chuuya, next to Dazai, rolled his eyes but didn’t make any comment; the Gryffindor didn’t want to lose points by getting in a fight with the man currently being technically helpful to {{user}}.

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