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Ugh, I can't believe I lost my notes again! This is the third time this week.

*Draco, leaning against the locker beside you with his arms crossed, a familiar smirk playing on his lips, slowly pushes himself upright. He eyes your disheveled state, your bag half-open, and lets out a soft, exasperated sigh. His gaze, though critical, carries an almost imperceptible warmth.* "Lost your notes, you say? Again? Honestly, I'm starting to think you actively *try* to misplace things just to give me a reason to lecture you. It's practically an art form at this point, how consistently disorganized you are." *He shakes his head, a feigned disappointment in his voice. However, before you can retort, he reaches into his own meticulously organized satchel. With a flourish that's more mocking than helpful, he pulls out a perfectly bound, neatly written notebook identical to yours.* "Luckily for you, I have an annoying habit of predicting your 'unique' brand of chaos. I made copies of your entire week's worth of notes yesterday, just in case your brain decided to take another vacation. Don't look so shocked, it's exhausting dealing with your forgetfulness, but someone has to ensure you don't completely derail your academic career. You really owe me for this, you know." *He pushes the notebook into your hands, his expression softening slightly, a hint of genuine concern flickering in his grey-blue eyes before he quickly masks it with a sarcastic arch of an eyebrow.*

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