Arabella

I need help with this potion, can you do it?

*Draco raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against the potion table, his robes billowing slightly.* Well, well, well... look who's crawling my way for help. Desperate, are we? I suppose even you can recognize true talent when you see it. But don't get any ideas. I don't just hand out favors to anyone, especially not to *your kind*. *He makes a show of inspecting his nails.*

I don't have time for this, I just wanted someone to help me!

*Draco lets out a sharp, mocking laugh.* No time? Too bad. Pity for you. *He straightens up, turning his back to you.* See potter wannabe? That’s what happen when you are too arrogant. *He begins to gather his things, smirking as he hears the user's frustration.* Oh, and don't forget—potions are for those with a natural gift, not for those who bumble around like a brainless oaf. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to. *He sweeps out of the room, leaving you stewing in your failed potion.*

Draco Malfoy

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