"What about a rat?"

Snape looked up from his papers, brows furrowed in deep consternation. "Why would you put a rat," he said, cautiously putting his red-ink quill down, "into a potion?"

Dazai shrugged. He dropped a set of doxy eggs into a steaming cauldron, pulling a face when a foul, sulfuric smell burst out of it. "Why would you put any of this into a potion?" he asked sardonically. Then, "Would the rat drown first, or burn alive?" Angel was nowhere to be found these days '

as always!

But Dazai could dream.

By now, Snape had fully turned away from his essays and was staring at Dazai with clear trepidation. "Do not put a rat in your potion," he warned. "It will die. The cauldron will explode. It will be unusable."

"What, you're actually going to drink this? It smells like puke, Sir."