'Now that the second semester has begun, ' The history professor, Binns, was saying, 'It is time to start preparing for your final exams. I expect all of you will be completing your essays on time in order to best prepare yourselves ' '

Dazai slunk further down into his seat until only his hair was poking over the table.

'He might as well be directly talking to you. '

He blinked. Draco was staring down at his scroll, writing a note down intermittently. Dazai could just barely make out the slight quirk of amusement on the boy 's lips as he spoke under his breath.

'He 's not. He probably doesn 't even realize I 'm in his class. '

Draco 's quill scratched something down in clean, exact cursive. He whispered, 'He was staring straight at you when he said that. All the professors agree that you 're going to fail every final exam. '

'Oh? Are you all close friends now? ' Dazai asked quietly. 'I bet Professor Quirrell didn 't say that. '