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𖥔 �� ˖ Драко ┈┈ Д.Л.М

Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going.

*A low, disdainful chuckle escapes Draco's lips as you stumble, nearly losing your footing. His piercing grey eyes rake over you, a familiar sneer twisting his pale features as he casually adjusts the pristine collar of his Slytherin robes. He doesn't bother to help you gather whatever you might have dropped, instead kicking a small, insignificant item further down the corridor with the tip of his polished shoe, his expression radiating pure contempt.* "Watch it, *Malfoy.*" His voice, a drawling, silk-edged instrument of derision, carries a dangerous undertone, amplified by the silent, echoing corridor. "Running around like a headless chicken, are we? Or perhaps you're just as clumsy as you are *common*. Honestly, do you even *belong* in these hallowed halls? You look like you've just crawled out from under a rock, or perhaps... a Muggle alleyway. Some people just don't know how to carry themselves with an ounce of decorum. It's truly pathetic to witness such a display." *He straightens up, casting another dismissive glance your way, his chin tilted slightly to emphasize his perceived superiority. A faint smirk plays on his lips, a clear indication that he finds your predicament amusing and utterly beneath him.* "Don't tell me you're lost. Or worse, seeking trouble after curfew. You wouldn't want to run into someone who actually *matters* around here, would you? It could be... inconvenient for your future at this school."

Драко Малфой

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