Day 1 part ?
Dazai startled awake because of a nudge to his stomach, not a good start to the day.
Turns out it was just Egg moving around on the couch in the gang room, stupid Egg now he wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep; But he couldn’t bring himself to be incredibly mad at the dragon, he was actually starting to grow fond of it.
With a groan he sits up, though carefully because he doesn’t want to startle the dragon.
He takes a breath in and almost gags, not a good day.
He could taste the magic in the air, and no longer human was writhing in the pit of his stomach, an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
Even the act of breathing had him sick to his core, if he could survive without breathing or doing anything besides sitting around, he would be ecstatic.
Maybe that was the big gaping hole(besides No Longer Human) in him that he called laziness speaking, taking over his mind and body in order to do what it saw fit.
It was days like this that made it physically impossible to do anything productive, not like he did anything productive in this school besides his stupid mission from Mori.
He was going to find it especially hard to place his carefully crafted mask across his face and act like the demon he was.(supposed to be)
And of course today had to be a fucking Mondays, he thinks to himself, silently cursing all Mondays to come, because Monday’s suck ass.
He’s snapped away from his thoughts when getting realized that too much time has passed and he was going to be late to breakfast, not that he was going to eat, but perhaps Mori sent a letter to him( he’s just going to see Blaise fr) he also realizes that he has no idea how to even get to the great hall, curse hogwarts and it’s stupid hallways that all look the same.
He opens the bug doors and steps out of the gang room, door vanishes with a slight fizz of magic that has No Longer Human writhing in his stomach.
He looks left and then he looks right, no one.
Just fucking great. Not even a ghost! Now that was something.
He starts to walk and stumbles slightly, his legs numb. He corrects himself and walks down the hall on his left, hoping that he’ll either actually make his way to the great hall or run into someone from the gang, or Snape, or Percy.
Much to his delight, he runs into the former, Percy.
With a smile, as not fake looking as he can muster, he walks up to the older Weasley.
“Percy! Such a wonderful morning isn’t it? Could you perhaps point me in the direction of the great hall?”
Dazai asks in a bubbly happy tone, that if you listen closely enough, you could hear the slight exaggeration in his tone.
Percy Weasley startles, as if he hadn’t even heard Dazai walk up, or notice him until he spoke.
“A-hm right, good morning Dazai, I could help you to the great hall.”
Percy replies, and off they go to the great hall.
When they make it to the huge doors of the great hall Dazai thanks Percy quickly before going to sit in his usual spot.
He feels eyes glued onto him as soon as he enters, which he hates with a passion.
He sits down on the bench with a huff, and practically melts onto the table; Placing his head on it and shutting his eyes for a bit..