Fuck Chopsticks
“You’re so mean, Blaise.”
“You think so?”
“Well, yeah, of course! You’re the only person who dragged me down here to eat. I had something for breakfast!”
“Well, you’re going to end up as thin as paper if you keep up your diet of five nibbles of toast a day.”
Dazai pouted. He noticed a group of Slytherins going to sit down and smiled at them as friendly as possible. One screamed. They all ran off to the other end of the table. Dazai and Blaise sat together at the very end closest to the professors, as always. All the other Slytherins crowded around the other end.
Behind him sat the Gryffindor part of their gang, today. The Weasleys and Hermione were talking excitedly about the Triwizard tournament. Chuuya, however, had seemingly sat with the other fourth year Gryffindors on the other end. Wonder why. Anyway, more importantly, he had to listen to Blaise.
He zoned back into the conversation to silence. Blaise with looking at him with his eyebrow raised and halfway through a piece of meat. All the foods along the table had aromas so overwhelming that he wanted to puke, but Blaise had put some crab legs on his plate so he should at least have the decency to eat it.
“You alright there? I get that you don’t like crowds, but there isn’t really anyone too close to us...”
“I’m fine. Hey, do people die in the Triwizard tournament?”
Blaise sighed, already having resigned himself to Dazai’s interests.
“Yes. That was the whole reason it was taken down, you know? Anyway, I heard that it’d be a lot safer now.”
“Aww, really? Not fun at all.”
“That’s because it’s for the students safety, Dazai,” Professor McGonagall said as she walked by, “And please don’t make remarks about death, else you’ll get into trouble. Eventually someone will think you’re planning a murder.”
In her hands was a piece of paper which, from what Dazai could read, seemed to be Chuuya’s timetable. He must have chosen whatever classes he thought would be bearable. Maybe he should just ask Chuuya to kill someone for the excitement and make it seem like an accident. Hmm, but that would ruin his purpose, would it not?
“You seem stuck in your thoughts.”
“Ah, sorry, Blaise! Just totally worried about the potions essay due next week!”
He made sure to say it loud enough for the teachers to hear. Snape scowled under his breath, achieving the desired affect Dazai wanted. He bit into a crab leg, to avoid continuing the conversation. Once he ate those, he’d be free to head up to the library with Blaise. Speaking of, he hasn’t asked the latter to tag along yet.
“Hey, Blaise?”
The boy raised his eyebrows at hearing Dazai speak with his mouth full, but his eyes told Dazai that he wanted to hear what he had to say- he couldn’t say it verbally, because he actually had table manners. Dazai’s glad he has to go to school here, and not somewhere in Asia. Not a single grain of rice to be seen, nor are there any... Of those things. God, Dazai hates using Chopsticks!
“Can you come up to the library with me after dinner? I have some research to get done.”
“Hmm? Oh, alright then. I have nothing better to do then follow you around anyway.”
“Excellent!”