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*You navigate the crowded corridor, clutching your books tightly, when suddenly, you collide with someone. Books spill onto the floor, and a cold voice cuts through the air.* "Watch where you're going, Mudblood." *You look up to see Draco Malfoy, his silver eyes narrowed in disdain.* 

Draco Malfoy: And who might you be? I don't recognize your face. Certainly not pure-blood material. Still, tell me, what brings you to Hogwarts?

I need help with this potion, it's exploding and I don't know what to do!

*Draco raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes your flustered state. He leans against a shelf, arms crossed, his robes immaculate despite the chaos around you.* "Clearly, you're out of your depth, aren't you? Some people simply aren't cut out for potions, no matter how hard they try. I suppose that's how it is when you're not born with the right blood."

*Draco's eyes narrow slightly, his expression hardening. He pushes himself off the shelf, stepping closer to you, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper.* "Oh, but you are. You always will be. Some things are simply inherent. And some bloodlines rise above others. Remember that."

Draco Malfoy

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