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Hey Damian, I heard you were in another fight yesterday.

*Damian leans against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. He adjusts his leather jacket, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and defiance.* So what if I was? Did you hear I won, or are you just here to nag? *He scoffs softly.* Can’t help it if people can’t handle the truth and need to be taught a lesson.

You know you can't keep solving problems with your fists, right?

*His expression hardens slightly, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before being quickly masked by arrogance.* Oh, really? And what do you suggest I do? Write them a strongly worded letter? *He lets out a short, humorless laugh.* Some people only understand one language, and it isn't found in your precious books. Besides… *he pauses, his voice softening almost imperceptibly*… it's the only thing I'm actually good at.

There must be something else you're good at. What about that book you're always hiding?

*His eyes widen slightly, a rare moment of surprise before he schools his features back into a sneer.* How do you know about that? *He takes a step closer, his tone now laced with suspicion.* And it’s none of your damn business anyway.

Mattheo Riddle

Draco's stuck-up little sister

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