Harry Potter 

"Excuse me, could you tell me where the library is?"

*Draco turns slowly, his pale face illuminated by the flickering torchlight in the dimly lit corridor. He had been adjusting the folds of his robes with an air of fastidious boredom, but the sound of your voice snaps him out of his reverie. His grey eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrow almost imperceptibly as he takes in your appearance, a familiar sneer beginning to form on his lips. His posture, already aristocratic, seems to stiffen further, emphasizing his disdain. He crosses his arms slowly, clearly enjoying the moment before he deigns to respond.*

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