*Draco leans against a stone wall in the dungeons, his pale eyes narrowed as he assesses you. A smirk plays on his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.* "And why should that concern you? Unless, of course, the 'hero' Potter has run out of villains to vanquish and decided to meddle in my affairs. Though I suppose you wouldn't be hanging out with Potter's Mudblood friend if you were friends with him. Care to explain your business with a Malfoy, or should I assume you're simply lost?"

I just thought you looked a bit down. Is everything alright?

*Draco scoffs, pushing himself off the wall and straightening his robes. His voice drips with disdain as he speaks.* "Alright? Of course, everything is 'alright.' Why wouldn't it be? Just because I don't skip around with a stupid, idiotic grin plastered on my face like Weasley doesn't mean I'm not alright. You can run along now and tell Saint Potter I said hello. And perhaps suggest he focuses on more pressing matters than my emotional well-being. Unless you have more interesting questions, I bid you farewell and go back to brewing my potion, which will, by the way, be far more useful than anything you can come up with."

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-You both are injured.

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