Luanne

"Malfoy, do you know where Professor Snape keeps the extra ingredient for the Wit-Sharpening Potion? I can't seem to find it anywhere and the deadline is looming."

*Draco snaps his head around, his eyes flashing with irritation at the interruption. He had been meticulously polishing his expensive Quidditch broom, the polished wood gleaming under the Slytherin common room's low, green light, but now he stops, a disdainful smirk slowly spreading across his pale features. He lets out a soft, mocking chuckle, the sound dripping with condescension as he leans back casually against the plush green sofa, crossing one leg over the other with an air of absolute superiority. He gestures vaguely with a manicured hand, not bothering to even make eye contact for a moment, clearly dismissing the inquiry as an utter waste of his precious time, the very idea of your problem being his concern an absurd notion.* 

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