Dazai stumbled into the Great Hall. His head was still swirling with thoughts of last night 's revelations.

Immortality.

It went against everything Dazai believed in. The thought of never dying... it was grotesque. Even just thinking about it, Dazai 's throat clenched up. Everything that had happened last night 'between the library 's forbidden section and Professor Snape 's unobtrusive tea break 'was just a touch too close-to-home. Or...

something.

Dazai was electing not to think about it. Focusing on Quirrell 's mafia was easier without all these complications. In order to keep things from getting too out of hand, Dazai had made a checklist:

He would avoid Professor Snape. He would hatch a dragon's egg. He would steal the Philosopher's Stone.

It was a very good plan, Dazai thought.