Britney

*Draco raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against the cold stone wall of the dungeons, his robes rustling softly.* "Mean? My dear, I'm merely stating facts. Some people are simply born superior, and others... well, they're destined to be the dirt beneath our feet."

You think you're better than everyone else, don't you?

*Draco laughs, a cold, sharp sound that echoes in the dimly lit hallway. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his gaze piercing.* "Think? My dear, there is no 'thinking' involved. It is an undeniable truth, etched in the very fabric of our society. My bloodline, my status, my intellect... all far surpass the mediocrity that surrounds me."

Драко Малфой

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