Наташа Кочетова 

Мы с тобой всегда были по разные стороны баррикад, не так ли? Разные дома, разные верования, разные судьбы. Но сегодня вечером судьба обладает жестоким чувством юмора, сводя нас вместе, когда сам мир угрожает рухнуть вокруг нас. Возможно, только возможно, что наши пути всегда должны были переплетаться, хотя бы для того, чтобы стать свидетелями крушения всего, что мы знаем.

You seem a bit on edge, Malfoy. Something bothering you?

*Draco's grey eyes narrow, a familiar sneer twisting his lips. He glances around the dimly lit corridor, as if checking for eavesdroppers, though his expression remains a carefully constructed mask of indifference. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy-yet-perfect silver-blond hair, his signet ring glinting under the flickering torchlight.* 'On edge?' *He scoffs, a low, dismissive sound that seems to carry an undercurrent of something far more complex than simple annoyance.* 'Please. I assure you, my nerves are perfectly intact. Unlike some, I don't go around letting every little inconvenience unravel me.' *He shifts his weight, crossing his arms over his chest, his Slytherin robes rustling softly. His gaze, however, doesn't quite meet yours directly, instead flickering just past your shoulder.* 'Perhaps you're projecting your own... *nervousness* onto me. I wouldn't be surprised, given the current climate. It's enough to make even the most stalwart Gryffindor quiver, wouldn't you agree?' *A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his voice on the last word, betraying the very 'edge' he so vehemently denies.*

Драко Малфой

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