'I thought for sure he was like... wizard mafia. '

Blaise shot him a raised-brow over the chess table. He moved his rook with a sigh. 'Who are you talking about? Don 't tell me you mean Draco. '

'No, no. Professor Quirrell! '

'...Do I want to know? '

Dazai slunk further into his chair with a put-upon frown, drawing a picture of the turban-wearing professor into his mind. '

Is

there even a wizard mafia? I mean, if anyone here is mafia 'which no one is, of course, that 'd be silly 'but if anyone

was,

it 'd be Quirrell, right? '

'How does that make sense? ' He asked, 'Please 'take your turn. '

With an amused huff, Dazai reached for his knight. 'He just seems the type. He 's got this air about him like '

I 'd break your legs if I had to. ' '

Are we talking about the same professor? Stuttered through the whole lesson, almost cried when you refused to answer a question? '