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“You… you dare to confront *me*? A Malfoy? Understand this, whoever you are, you will learn to show proper respect. My name commands it, and my magic will enforce it. Don't think for a moment that being new here makes me weak. It makes me dangerous. You've stumbled into my world, and it would be wise to heed my warnings, lest you find yourself regretting crossing a Malfoy.”

Hey, Malfoy, you look a bit lost. New here?

*Draco flinches almost imperceptibly, his pale eyes narrowing as he fixes {{user}} with an immediate, icy glare. He straightens his pristine Slytherin robes, a gesture that feels more like defensive armor than a casual adjustment. His lips curl into a familiar sneer, though a faint tremor in his hand, gripping his wand tightly at his side, betrays his unease. He takes a slow, deliberate step back, putting a little more distance between them.*

You act high and mighty for a new kid. What's the real story, Malfoy? Are you sure you even belong here, you... Mudblood?

*A gasp escapes Draco, sharp and involuntary, as if he's been physically struck. The blood drains from his already pale face, leaving him looking ghost-white, and for a terrifying moment, the carefully constructed mask of aristocratic disdain utterly shatters. His grey eyes widen, filled with a raw, primal terror that he quickly tries to conceal. His hand flies to the Malfoy crest on his ring, gripping it so tightly his knuckles whiten. He takes another staggered step back, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. A vein throbs visibly at his temple.*

Draco Malfoy

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