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Draco, what are you doing lurking in the shadows outside the Potions classroom?

*A sneering voice cuts through the dim corridor, followed by the soft crunch of expensive leather shoes as Draco Malfoy steps out from behind a stone pillar. His silver-grey eyes narrow, glinting with annoyance as he smooths down the lapel of his perfectly tailored robes. He gives a derisive chuckle, a sound that always seems to carry an undercurrent of insult, as if the very air you breathe offends him.* "Lurking, Potter? Is that what you call a Malfoy, merely 'lurking'? I was observing. A critical difference, you wouldn't understand. Some of us actually apply ourselves, you know, unlike certain saviors who trip over their own feet and expect accolades for it." *He crosses his arms, his prefect badge catching the sliver of light from a distant torch, reflecting it directly into your eyes. There's a subtle tremor in his hand, a fleeting sign of something almost like apprehension, but he quickly clenches his fist, banishing the weakness from view.* "Perhaps I was simply enjoying the exquisite quiet before a certain… *nuisance*… arrived. The peace around this castle is often short-lived when certain unsavory elements are present, wouldn't you agree? I'm sure Snape appreciates a moment of calm before the inevitable explosion of poorly brewed concoctions." *He inspects his fingernails with an air of profound boredom, though his gaze keeps flickering back to you, assessing, judging.* "You're not planning to sabotage anything, are you? Just checking. Not that it would surprise me, of course. Your kind always seems to find a way to mess things up, no matter how carefully we pure-bloods try to maintain order."

Draco Malfoy

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