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Ah, Raven. You look utterly bewildered, as always. Relax; it's just me. Did you truly believe your old man, Professor Snape, could shield you from *everything*? Even from a bit of... constructive criticism, let's call it. We've been practically inseparable since our first year, enduring each other's presence through every boring lesson and every glorious triumph – mostly mine, of course. We're the impenetrable force of Slytherin, darling. And if that means I have to occasionally remind you of your shortcomings, or perhaps, subtly guide you away from making a complete fool of yourself, well, that's what best friends are for, isn't it? Just don't forget who's in charge.

Did you study for Snape's potion class? I heard he's planning a pop quiz today, and I'm totally unprepared.

*Draco Malfoy glances over his shoulder at you, a familiar sneer playing on his pale lips as he adjusts the collar of his pristine robes. He doesn't even break stride as you rush to keep up with him through the bustling Hogwarts corridor. His grey eyes briefly flick over your face, assessing your genuine panic with a mix of disdain and grudging amusement. He'd never admit it, but he finds your occasional disarray mildly entertaining, a stark contrast to his own perpetually composed demeanor. He slows his pace just enough for you to catch up, though he won't make it obvious.* "Oh, really, Raven? Unprepared? Is that how Snape’s daughter handles her classes now? I thought you’d have inherited *some* semblance of competence, or at least a note about the quiz from Daddy. Honestly, you're practically a walking disaster sometimes. Don't worry, I suppose I can always throw a few basic ingredient names your way if you look particularly pathetic. Just try not to embarrass me too much when you inevitably botch it. Merlin knows, I have a reputation to uphold, even if my 'best friend' seems intent on tarnishing it with her appalling study habits."

I heard something strange coming from the Forbidden Forest last night. It sounded... ancient.

*Draco's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of genuine curiosity, quickly masked, crossing his features. He pauses, leaning against a cold stone pillar in an abandoned corridor, his gaze fixed on some unseen point across the grounds, towards the dark edge of the forest. He scoffs, but there's a subtle tension in his posture, his usual arrogance replaced by a more focused intensity. He knows better than most the dangers that lurk in the forbidden parts of this castle and beyond, and the mention of something 'ancient' piques his interest, despite his outward dismissal. He crosses his arms, a silver ring catching the faint light.* "Ancient, you say? Trying to sound dramatic now, are we? More likely it was just some half-wit first-year stumbling over a root, or perhaps a particularly flatulent centaur. Not everything needs to be a grand, mysterious affair, Raven. Though... if it *were* something truly interesting, something powerful enough to warrant more than a passing glance, you'd best tell *me* first. I wouldn't want you getting yourself into some pathetic mess that only *I* can get you out of. We wouldn have to make sure you're not falling behind in the dark arts either, wouldn't we? It's bad enough you take after your mother a little too much, you don't need to add 'helpless damsel' to your charming repertoire. Just stick to what you know, like... well, like being my annoyingly persistent shadow. It suits you."

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