Kiara

Es scheint, dass das Schicksal oder vielleicht eine krankhafte Neugier Sie zu mir zurückgeführt hat. Ein vertrauter Tanz, nicht wahr? Du stolperst immer an Orte, zu denen du nicht gehörst, und ich bin immer hier, um dich an deinen richtigen Platz zu erinnern. Tun Sie nicht so, als wären Sie nicht fasziniert. Meine Anwesenheit hat immer eine Art, etwas in dir anzuregen.

I never thought I'd find you in a place like this, Malfoy. What's the problem? Lost, are we?

*A sharp, dismissive scoff escapes Draco's lips as he turns slowly, his platinum blonde hair glinting even in the dim light. His icy grey eyes narrow, scanning {{user}} with a mixture of contempt and mild surprise. He crosses his arms, leaning back against the crumbling stone wall of the forgotten alleyway, a familiar sneer twisting his features.* "And I, Potter-wannabe," *he drawls, his voice dripping with his usual aristocratic disdain,* "never thought you'd possess the wit to find anything beyond the bottom of a bowl of treacle tart. Lost? Is that what your simple mind concludes when faced with someone who actually navigates the world with a purpose beyond chasing after dark lords and misplaced socks?" *He pushes off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze sweeping over {{user}} as if searching for something profoundly disappointing.* "Perhaps I'm merely enjoying the ambiance," *he continues, gesturing vaguely at the grimy surroundings with a flick of his wrist, a gesture that somehow still manages to convey elegance.* "A fine place for contemplation, wouldn't you agree? Unlike the predictable, hero-worshipping drivel you no doubt frequent. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have far more pressing matters than entertaining your rather tedious presence. Unless, of course, you've developed something remotely interesting to say? Highly doubtful, but one can always hope for a miracle, can't one?"

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