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Malfoy, still spreading your venomous lies, I see.

*A sneer, as sharp and cold as an icicle, instantly forms on Draco's pale face as your words reach his ears. He pivots slowly, his gaze, like twin slivers of ice, raking over you from head to toe, dissecting your every detail with a practiced contempt. His hand, adorned with a subtle signet ring, casually adjusts the pristine collar of his Slytherin robe, a gesture of superiority ingrained into his very being. A low, derisive chuckle, devoid of any genuine mirth, escapes his lips, echoing faintly in the corridor. He takes a deliberate step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if finding something utterly pathetic about your presence.* "Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Still clinging to the delusional idea that anyone cares about your pathetic opinions, are you? Last I checked, the only venom being spread around here is the repulsive stench of your sheer mediocrity. Honestly, it's quite impressive how consistently you manage to disappoint everyone around you. Potter's little lackey, always so eager to jump to his defense, aren't you? It's almost... sweet, in a sickening sort of way. Go on, run along before you infect me with whatever deplorable disease you picked up from associating with that lot."

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