Magic And Mystery (English)

Chapter 5: Angel

CW: mori being a creep

Dazai whined, rolling onto his back and tossing a textbook aside. "Please. I'm begging you. Shut up for five minutes."

"Hoot!"

" I'm trying to focus, you know."

"Hoot, hoot !"

He groaned, planting both hands over his eyes in bitter defeat. Lazily sitting up, Dazai glared down the charcoal-colored owl preening on his dresser. It barely spared him a glance before hooting once more.

Dazai fixed the skirt of his dress. "I could kill you. Mori wouldn't blame me—I'll just tell him it's a wizard thing. Or—or I could throw you in a dumpster and tell him you flew away."

It blinked. "Hoot!"

"... you're right. He would never fall for that."

Dazai pouted when the owl only continued to clean itself. "I don't even need an owl. Aren't you just here to make reading difficult, then?"

"Actually, the owl is how we'll be communicating, Dazai. Please refrain from killing it."

Mori waved amicably at the doorway.

"Even worse." Dazai said, picking his book back up. "When did you get back, anyway?"

"I see you're wearing one of the dresses I got for you." The doctor said, completely disregarding the annoyed glare Dazai sent him at being ignored. "I'll admit I'm a bit surprised! Usually I have to force you into such cute outfits!"

"I'm just being proactive."

Mori raised a brow. Dazai noted with a frown that the doctor looked amused regardless. "Oh? How's that?"

"I'm skipping the part where you ask to dress me up and I try to stab you in the thigh."

Mori hummed. "Ah? But you don't try to stab me when we play dress-up!"

Dazai rolled his eyes. "That takes a lot of self-control." He looked away, glaring two angry holes into the owl. "I'm too tired for that right now, so I won't be holding back if you try anything."

"...Thank you for your consideration." He cleared his throat. "So? How was your day-trip with that professor?"

"Fine... are you sure I can't get rid of this thing?"

The owl hooted.

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"Look who it is!"

"Snape's favorite student is here!"

Ah, Dazai knew those voices. He glanced away from the bustling station, squinting at the large print "9" and "10" with a pout. "Fred, George. Fancy seeing you here."

Fred chuckled. "Been standing here awhile, actually."

"Mom's getting emotional about sending Ron off. Only one kid left, after him."

Dazai glanced behind the twins, where Mrs. Weasley fussed over Ron—mussing up his hair and holding him tight. The mafioso snorted at the affectionate gesture.

"Is Snape not with you again?"

"He doesn't know how to take a joke." Dazai said lightly. "I think he's fed up with me."

The twins laughed. After a second, they started walking back towards the other Weasleys, so Dazai followed with a lazy gait.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley. Ron." The mafioso greeted.

"Oh, hello dear." When she pulled off of Ron, the boy shot Dazai a look like he had just parted the sea. "Have you got all your things?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Dazai beamed.