Dazai squinted down at the broomstick, then back to Draco.

'It 's a

stick.

It 's not going to just

shoot up into my hands

because I asked it nicely. '

'You aren 't asking

nicely, '

the blonde replied, haughty as ever, 'You 're demanding:

Up! '

Immediately, the broom beneath Draco 's outstretched hand rose into his palm, because

of course it did

. Dazai took great pains to ignore the smug look that crossed his face when that happened. It was hopeless, really, because Draco 's obnoxious grin seemed to say,

a good subordinate would praise me.