Chapter 15 - Flying Lessons
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.
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