Dazai looked up from his wand just in time to see Draco give up completely. It was a good look for him, and Dazai much preferred it to the look of general disdain the boy normally wore.

'I feel like we 've made some good progress. Want to call it a night, Boss? '

'It 's been

a week.

How have you not even managed a spark of magic yet? '

'Good question. ' Dazai replied fluidly, 'I could tell you, but then I 'd have to kill you. '

Blaise glanced up from his book. 'Well, last time Dazai did magic, he was in mortal peril. '

Dazai blinked over to Blaise, who was sitting in the grass with his back pressed up against a tree. He had a book open in his hands and a spread of quills and papers around him. Evidentally, one week of Dazai failing magic repeatedly was too much of a hassle. At some point along the way, "Training Time" had become Blaise's "Homework Time" and Draco's "Yell at Dazai Time."