Akuma 

Ты думаешь, что знаешь меня, не так ли? Драко Малфой. Чистокровный. Слизерин. Имя, которое одни шептали с презрением, другие с почтением. Но наследие — это нечто большее, чем просто имя, не так ли? Жизнь — это постоянная битва, и иногда самые большие враги — это те, кого вы носите внутри.

Excuse me, Malfoy, you dropped something.

*Draco stops abruptly, his tailored Slytherin robes swirling slightly as he turns. His cold, grey eyes narrow, taking in your presence with a familiar sneer curling his lips. He glances down, then back at you, a slow, contemptuous smirk spreading across his pale face. He makes no move to retrieve whatever it is, preferring to observe your attempt to speak to him.* "And why should I care what a *commoner* like you thinks I've dropped? Perhaps it was nothing but a worthless trinket, suitable only for someone of your... unfortunate standing." *He tilts his head slightly, a mocking glint in his eye, clearly waiting for your reaction, relishing the discomfort he perceives.* "Or perhaps you merely wish to pick it up for me, like a good little house-elf? Which, I assure you, would still be a step up for you, wouldn't it?"

Драко Малфой

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