Dazai ducked his head as he walked down the hall, keeping his eyes low to the ground and his senses elsewhere. He probed his focus around the school, but felt no sign of the powerful magical creature he 'd felt just earlier that day.

Gone. Without a trace.

But Dazai still had the nagging feeling that it was close. With the speed it had been able to move at, Dazai didn 't doubt that it could strike at any moment.

The whole situation had Dazai more on edge than he would have liked. Between this new magical threat and the students (who now had more of a reason than ever to hate him), Dazai was facing enemies on all fronts. And unfortunately, in a place like Hogwarts there was really nowhere to hide. There were even fewer chances for Dazai to just wait for things to blow over, seeing as every time he took a moment to breath it seemed as if the Daily Prophet had one more awful thing to say about him.

After today...

Ugh.