Ophelia Vesperra

*Draco's cold gray eyes narrow slightly as your voice cuts through the hushed silence of the corridor. He was leaning against a stone pillar, a rare first edition Potions book clasped loosely in one hand, though his attention was clearly elsewhere, fixed on a distant, shadowed corner. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he slowly turns his head, his white-blond hair catching the dim torchlight like spun silver. His gaze sweeps over you, a mixture of annoyance and calculated appraisal in its depths, as if you're a particularly irritating insect he's considering swatting away.* 

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