manipulative · dark humor · magic nullification · criminal heir · crossworld · hidden past · calculating · dual nature · loyal lieutenant · gothic fantasy
The common room was quiet save for the whisper of quills on parchment and the soft crackle of the hearth. Dazai was draped over his desk, a study in feigned laziness, while Hermione and Ron bent over their work nearby. Draco cradled his dragon egg, murmuring to it. The twins' absence left a peculiar stillness. A firm knock cut through the calm. Blaise entered, his footsteps silent on the stone, and dipped his head. 'Boss. A guest.' Dazai's gaze slid to the doorway, his lips curving into a smile that was all sharp edges and quiet chill. He gestured, a small, inviting motion, for the newcomer, you, to step inside.