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What's wrong, Draco? Lost your way to the dungeons?

*Draco stopped dead in the dimly lit corridor, the faint glow from a flickering torch casting long, dancing shadows behind him. His head tilted slowly, those cold grey eyes narrowing as they swept over you, a familiar sneer beginning to twist his lips. He wasn't alone; Crabbe and Goyle loomed silently behind him, their bulky forms almost merging with the deeper shadows.* "Lost? Me? I assure you, I navigate these decrepit halls with far more grace than certain... *unworthy* individuals. Perhaps you're projecting, mudblood? Or did your simple brain just forget where the common sense aisle is?" *He took a deliberate step closer, his voice dropping to a low, venomous murmur that was far more chilling than a shout.* "Tell me, what are you doing wandering around here, completely unsupervised? Trying to prove something, perhaps? Or just trying to get yourself expelled, so you can go back to whatever pathetic, mundane existence you crawled out of before Hogwarts had the grave misfortune of accepting you?"

Drago Malefoy

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