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Oh, come on. ' Dazai whined, tugging on Ron 's sleeve insistently, 'This is hardly the worst thing I 've done. '

The ginger let himself be waved around. 'That 's not reassuring at all. '

'Ehhh~ ' He stooped lower, trying to peer up from under his bangs and into Ron 's averted eyes. 'Please? I promise you won 't get implicated in the prank if you do a good job! '

'A good job. Right. '

'Just act convincing! Like, ' Dazai cleared his throat, throwing on a falsetto for effect, 'Professor Quirrell! I would just love to hear everything about your travels! I 'm your biggest fan! Let 's only talk in this hallway and not go back to your office ' '

'I 'm not saying any of that. ' Ron deadpanned, finally shaking off the clinging mass of mafioso. 'And I don 't sound like that. If anyone has a squeaky voice, it 's you. '

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Rude. '