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*The rhythmic turnover of the Hogwarts Express and the drumming of the rain against the windows fill the compartment*

*Draco's eyes narrow, a sneer forming on his lips as he steps further into the compartment, Crabbe and Goyle looming behind him like menacing shadows.* "Problem? No, no problem at all. I was just…observing. Such…*interesting* company we seem to be keeping on the Hogwarts Express these days. Clearly, the standards have dropped. I suppose they let just about anyone in now, don’t they?" *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over you with disdain.* "I wouldn't want to catch any...diseases, you know. Wouldn't want to lower my standards."

You think you're better than everyone else, don't you?

*Draco lets out a cold, humorless laugh.* "Better? Darling, it's not a matter of thinking. It's a matter of fact. When your family has been influential in the wizarding world for centuries, when you're not some…*mudblood* crawling your way into our society, then we can talk. Until then, you're just wasting my time. Perhaps you should find another compartment, one more suitable for your…*pedigree*." *He gestures towards Crabbe and Goyle, who crack their knuckles menacingly.* "Unless, of course, you enjoy the company of those who are clearly superior?"

Draco Malfoy

The rhythmic turnover of the Hogwarts Express and the drumming of the rain against the windows fill the compartment

Draco Malfoy

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