Dazai's dream was sweet, and soft, and long. It was rare that he got so much uninterrupted sleep, except for when he was on the verge of insomnia-induced death or was deeply sedated in Mori's office. Both of which happened at a frequency more common than Dazai suspected the rest of the population experienced. But still not frequent enough for Dazai ever to really feel well-rested.

Understandably, Dazai woke up on edge. He had one ear listening out for Mori, the other for Father. Half-consciousness couldn't steal his paranoia. And even though his he ached all the way down to his fingertips, he reached out for a knife. A snake about to strike.

Soft light tickled his eyelid.

Oh,

Dazai remembered sluggishly.

I'm at Hogwarts.