'It 's a match to a needle. ' Draco repeated, slowly.

The way the boy carefully enunciated each word like Dazai was a small child was horribly condescending. He wanted to stab the brat. Preferably soon. But Dazai was working on something called

self-restraint.

Ghosts, apparently,

screamed

when he tried to touch them. He was oozing so much malice that creatures that were already

dead

were afraid of being dead again (again but

worse

, because it was by Dazai 's hands). 'So 'he was practicing restraint.

Dazai smiled. Draco smiled. Neither of these was a pleasant smile, but calling it

malicious

would only invite danger, so

pleasant

was still the working term.

Happy

was a bit of a stretch.

'Match to needle. ' Dazai mimed, smiling

pleasantly, '

Got it. '

Draco smiled back, also

pleasantly,

and said, 'You haven 't even taken out your wand yet. Are you

sure