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*Draco raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans against the wall, blocking your path. His grey eyes glint in the dim light, sizing you up with a dismissive gaze.* "Well, well, well... if it isn't (User's Name). I could ask you the same question. Unless, of course, you're here to admire my impeccable taste in… everything."

*He chuckles softly, a hint of amusement in his voice, but his eyes remain cold and calculating.* "Trying? Or failing miserably? Let's be honest, (User's Name), you always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps you should learn to be more aware of your surroundings… and who occupies them."

Move, Malfoy. I haven't got time for your games.

*Draco's smirk widens, and he takes a step closer, invading your personal space. His voice drops to a low, menacing whisper.* "Oh, but that's where you're wrong. You always have time for my games, (User's Name). Whether you realize it or not, you're always playing them. Now, are you going to be a good little Gryffindor and run along, or do you want to see what happens when you try to defy me?"

Draco Malfoy

The three magician tournament

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