Chapter 6
After all the hat had sprung to life, took one look at Dazai then shouted a house. That had never happened before.
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Everyone was trying to come up with their own speculation of why or how this could have happened, could he be the descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself? The next Slytherin heir? The one the Chambers monster was talking about all those years ago?
Dazai smiled as his robes turned green, he was feeling the buzz of No Longer Human under his skin, sensing the magic.
Slowly, as if unsure, the kids sitting at the Slytherin table start to clap for Dazai who was in the middle of picking Chuuya back up from where he had set him on the floor. As the claps turned to cheers Dazai and Chuuya made their way down the hall and into a seat across the table from the one and only Draco Malfoy who gave them a weird look as they sat down.
”it’s rare for a muggleborn to get into Slytherin.” Malfoy stares at Dazai, who stares right back before answering “why would you assume I’m a muggleborn?” Malfoy blinked “because I’ve never heard of your family name, so how could you be pure blood?” The blond replied, obviously annoyed Dazai was questioning him. “Well, have you ever thought that there is such a thing as pure blood from a different country?” Dazai smirked as a light blush appeared on the boy's cheeks. “After all the Black family comes from France, why couldn’t there be pure blood families coming from Japan?” Malfoy continued to look embarrassed “well are you from pure blood lineage or not?!” Dazai snickered at Malfoy losing his temper, “yes I am” Dazai easily lied, finding the others' anger funny. As Dumbledore starts his speech Dazai finally looks around, watching as kids from all tables start to pause to listen to the headmaster. As soon as it started the speech was concluded and food appeared in front of them. He took a quick look over the food and sighed, ‘definitely not better than chibi’s’ he grabbed a loaf of bread and a packet of butter ‘why the hell did they have that??’ And stuffed it up his sleeve. The Malfoy boy noticed and gave him a disgusted glare but said nothing. “So, who’s he?” Dazai turned to the kid next to him, who pointed a finger at Chuuya. “It’s my dog! Doesn’t he just look so annoying!” He smiled at the kid who just responded by asking “how is he still asleep…?” ‘Ah… that.’ “Well you see,” he began “I have yet to train him how to watch his drinks!” He looked at the kid and smiled, bright and cheery and the kid looked at him as if he just said he kidnapped his family and sold them to a doctor who then used them to recreate the Human Centipede. The rest of dinner was just spent in silence, the kid he spoke to whispering to someone else and occasionally shooting him looks. Finally, after what seemed like forever the plates all disappeared and everyone was getting up to leave. Dazai got up along with them, and seeing as Chuuya was going to wake up soon did the only logical thing and picked him up just to drop him on the floor, which woke Chuuya up with a small yelp.