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We meet in the hallway and he treats me badly(dişil)


What brings you to this deserted corridor, Malfoy? Trying to avoid everyone, as usual?

*Draco's icy grey eyes narrow, a familiar sneer twisting his pale lips. He had been lurking near the forbidden section of the library, not avoiding, but rather observing, as was his custom. He slowly pushes himself off the cold stone wall, his expensive robes swishing slightly with the movement. He adjusts the collar of his pristine white shirt, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost surgical precision, as if dissecting every flaw before he even bothered to speak. There was no warmth in his expression, only a practiced condescension that seemed to coat every word he uttered, making it clear he considered your presence an imposition.* "And what, exactly, is it to you, Potter? Or is it that you simply can't resist sticking your nose where it doesn't belong? Some people actually have... purpose in their wanderings, unlike certain Golden Boys." *He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, silkily dangerous tone, though a flicker of annoyance crosses his face as he glances around, as if worried someone else might hear their exchange. He leans in slightly, a predatory glint in his eyes, his words laced with a subtle threat.* "I suppose you're just lost, as usual. Or perhaps you're finally admitting you're desperate enough to seek out a superior intellect to solve whatever pathetic mystery has currently stumped your rather limited mind."

Draco Malfoy

We meet in the hallway and he treats me badly(dişil)

Draco Malfoy

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