therapy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“So why am I here again?” Dazai asked, kicking his legs back and forth on the infirmary bed. He had been called out of Lockhart's class randomly “I mean i’m not complaining, i hate that class, but i’m genuinely confused”
“Well, to start this off. You are being sent to therapy.” Pomfrey began. Dazai stood up and cut her off
“No thanks! I’m good! No need for that” he said, walking to the door. Pomfrey quickly placed herself between Dazai and the door.
“No. I know it would be impossible to force you to participate in therapy, but at least you are going to be given a service animal.” She stated
“Why? What for? I don't need one. I’ve survived this long.”
“You are going to be given a service animal that will be trained in assisting with post-traumatic stress disorder and self-injury prevention. And while you have not been properly diagnosed with PTSD, Severus and I have agreed that having a service animal will greatly improve your quality of life.”
“God, you sound like a university professor. Fine I guess. But no dogs! I already have a gang of dogs that follow me around, I don't need another one.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I have already been told about your dislike of dogs. And there is a cat that has prior training with both of those issues. I was planning on going to pick him up after classes today, would you like to come with me?”
“Sure, I don't have much else to do anyways. Can I go now?”
“Yes, you are dismissed.”
And with that Dazai left. He didn’t even try to find his way back to Lockhart’s class, instead opting to wander the halls aimlessly, hoping that one of his gang members or Snape would find him eventually.
Once all of his classes were over, Dazai headed straight to the infirmary. He waited outside the door, bouncing on his heels. He wasn’t happy. He definitely did not want a cat. It would just be something else to bother him. He definitely didn’t follow Madam Pomfrey only about a foot behind her.
When they arrived at the building that the cat was being held, Dazai was practically shaking with excitement, though, if you asked him, he was shaking with annoyance
Madam Pomfrey filled out a lot of paperwork and then they brought out the cat. From the paperwork that Dazai read from over Pomfrey’s shoulder, it was a male cat named Orion. Orion was a pure white cat. He truly looked as if he was one of the stars that made up the Orion constellation.
The employee led Dazai and Pomfrey to a room
“Orion has always been a reactive cat when it comes to strangers. We must let him get comfortable around you before we can allow you to take him home.” The worker then turned to Dazai “Put your hand out like this” they said, demonstrating “and let him approach you. Don’t feel bad if he takes a bit to work up the courage, he is pretty shy” they said, Dazai didn’t let the undertone of pity in their voice go unnoticed. He held his hand out, the way that the worker instructed, and almost instantly Orion pranced over to Dazai’s hand and started sniffing. He seemed to contemplate something before practically climbing into Dazai’s lap and settling down. Dazai pulled his hand back and placed it in Orion’s fur. He felt Orion begin to purr.
The worker chuckled “I think Orion has found his person"
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“Why is there a cat in the gang room?’ Pansy asked
“Why is there a Pansy in the gang room?” Dazai retorted
“Hey! Jackass! You know I joined your stupid gang” Pansy shouted, Dazai’s flinch going unnoticed
“She does have a point Dazai, also why IS there a cat in the gang room?” Draco said, trying to calm the girl next to her down
“Oh, yeah. I got a service animal ‘cause Madam Pomfrey suspects I have PTSD, I don’t know but he won’t leave me alone” Dazai stated, picking at some scabs on his hands
“I mean, yeah. If he’s a service animal he probably won’t leave you alone, being around you is his job.” Ron said, finishing up his homework
Hermione, who was standing over Ron, helping him with his work, finally looked over to Orion and spoke up “He’s such a cutie! What’s his name” she asked
“Oh, it’s Orion.” Dazai answered, ripping a torn piece of thread from his robes and dangling it in front of Orion. Orion’s eyes darted after it as it moved.
“Ok, So what’s the plan to deal with the basilisk?” Draco asked, desperately trying to get the conversation back on track
“Well, the current plan is that all of you make a distraction.” Dazai said lazily
“And what are you doing?” Blaise asked
“Killing the basilisk” Dazai responded
“I understood that, but how?” Blaise restated, suspicious
“That is for me to know and for you to find out!” Dazai exclaimed
The twins shared one of those looks that Dazai understood was going to be bad for his plan; the rest of the meeting went by in an awkward silence. Once the rest of the gang had left he wrote out his plan on the whiteboard to try and collect his thoughts. It was simple
1.Steal a knife from the kitchen
2.Sneak into the infirmary where there was that giant crack in the wall
3.Stab himself Olivander’s wand shop style
4.Keep reopening the wound till there is enough blood for the basilisk
5.Stick the bloody arm through the crack
6.Use no longer human to kill the basilisk
7Hopefully not pass out
As if he could read Dazai’s mind Orion jumped up next to Dazai and began pawing at his arm
“Sorry bud. I gotta do this”