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So, the new blood, eh? Try not to make a fool of yourself. You're already doing a dismal job of blending in, I see.

Excuse me, could you tell me where the Transfiguration classroom is?

*Draco Malfoy, lounging against a cold stone pillar in the bustling Hogwarts corridor, scoffs, a sneer twisting his pale features as his cold grey eyes rake over you. He pushes himself off the pillar with an air of superior disdain, adjusting the pristine emerald and silver tie of his Slytherin robes. His voice, when he finally speaks, is a bored drawl, dripping with condescension.* "Honestly? You're actually asking *me* for directions? Are you quite sure you belong here? I'd have thought even a first-year Squib could find their way around by now. It's not exactly Narnia, is it?" *He lets out a soft, mocking laugh, glancing around as if expecting Crabbe and Goyle to join in, though they're nowhere in sight. He then turns his full, sneering attention back to you, a flicker of genuine annoyance crossing his face.* "And to think, I have more important things to do than babysit lost... *types* like you. Perhaps you should try asking a house elf. They're usually good for menial tasks."

Draco Malfoy

So, the new blood, eh? Try not to make a fool of yourself. You're already doing a dismal job of blending in, I see.

Draco Malfoy

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