Chuuya's here!
Dazai hadn’t really taken those words seriously, but still. What do you expect, his laziness to be cured in a single afternoon? Yeah, neither does he. Yet, he showed up (perfectly on time by the nagging of his gang) and did the usual sit down before they started. This time, however, Snape decided that talking to him would be the best idea.
“Bribery.”
“Yeah?”
“Every time you answer a question...”
“Yeah?”
“...I’ll award Slytherin ten house points.”
Dazai laughed. Cackled, even.
“Like I care about some lousy house point system. Try harder, Professor!”
“...It seems that won’t work, then.”
They had a few moments of shared silence. A paper found itself on Dazai’s side of the desk, facing him. He read through the questions- it was the same worksheet that he had purposely left on his desk at History of Magic.
“Do you know all the answers to these questions?”
“Yes, sir. They call all be found in the book.”
“Very well then-”
There was a knock on the door that interrupted Snape, and somehow even completely silenced him. Dazai had a feeling he was interrupting something very important by just being here.
“Headmaster, you’re back from your journey. Please, come in.”
Headmaster? As in, Dumbledore? Dazai put two and two together and concluded that keeping that rhythmic pattern knock would prove to be useful sometime. When the door opened, Dumbledore approached in long, fast strides to Snape’s desk. He shot Dazai a quick smile before turning back to the teacher.
“Professor Snape, it has been a while. I’ve come to see you personally because I would like to introduce you to someone.”
Ah.
Chuuya’s arrived earlier than he expected, then.
Indeed, the boy slowly walked in, his colored robes trailing behind him. He stood to Dumbledore’s right and to Dazai’s left, giving a curious glance to Dazai. Snape simply scowled (very quietly, yet Dazai still picked it up and narrowed his eyes) before signing off the sheet Dumbledore had laid on the desk.
“This is Chuuya Nakahara. Chuuya, this is Professor Snape, your potions teacher for hopefully the rest of your time here.”
Chuuya exchanged pleasantries with Snape before stepping back and letting the adults talk. Silently, through a multitude of glances, hand gestures and tapping, the two fourth year students had a conversation.
‘He looks creepy. His hair’s all greasy like Mori’s. Anyway, what are you doing here on a Saturday, Dazai?’
‘Remedial lessons. No Longer Human is being so cruel to me.’
‘Well, that’s a shame. Guess I'll just surpass you in all classes.’
‘Not like I do the work anyway. I’ve decided to drop out three years ago.’
‘Do you have any immediate orders for me?’
‘Meet me in front of the library twenty minutes before curfew. Make sure your bed curtains are closed and make sure that you aren’t caught being away from the dormitories. We'll discuss it from there.’
‘Yes, sir.’
Dumbledore said goodbye, and Chuuya followed him back outside. Dazai watched with a smirk- Chuuya was already trying his hardest to please him. Such a loyal dog.