Dazai gave his wand a little twirl and a small trail of green lights flickered to life at the end. Immediately, his insides twisted in protest. He cut the flow of magic off from the spell with a grimace. The 'verdimilious 'charm dissipated in the air abruptly.

'Very g-good! '

'Eh, you think? ' Dazai asked casually, turning to see Professor Quirrell 's curious expression. He waved the wand around once more only to feel his stomach clench up in anticipation. Damn. 'At this rate I won 't pass first year. '

Quirrell 's smile twitched when Dazai kept the bored expression on his own face. 'W-w-well, I 'm s-sure something will work out. J-just a bit more practice n-now. '

A bit more practice...

Dazai wasn 't that optimistic. Still, he pasted on a thin smile. Dazai let his gaze wander around the room.

Professor Quirrell was a tough nut. Where most of the other students were easy enough to prank, pranking a teacher had to be something...

Something special.