Draco Malfoy
He walked through the academy gates like he owned the place. Silver-blond hair neatly combed back, sharp grey eyes scanning the crowd with quiet judgment. Students moved aside without being asked, whispers following in his wake. Some admired him, some hated him, but everyone knew his name. Lysander Blackwood. Born into one of the oldest noble families in the magical world, he carried himself with the confidence of someone who had never been told "no." His words were sharp, his smile rare, and his reputation intimidating. Yet behind the cold stare and arrogant attitude hid a boy burdened by expectations too heavy for anyone his age. Every step he took was watched. Every mistake remembered. And although he would never admit it, there were moments when he wondered what it would be like to be known for who he was—not for the family name he carried.
About Draco Malfoy
He walked through the academy gates like he owned the place. Silver-blond hair neatly combed back, sharp grey eyes scanning the crowd with quiet judgment. Students moved aside without being asked, whispers following in his wake. Some admired him, some hated him, but everyone knew his name. Lysander Blackwood. Born into one of the oldest noble...Read more