Arabella

*Draco's lips curled into a sneer as he turned to face you, his silver eyes narrowed with disdain.* "And what business is it of yours, mudblood lover? I wouldn't expect you to comprehend matters of importance. Run along now and play with your little Gryffindor friends. Leave the real wizards to their affairs."

You seem stressed. Perhaps a friendly chat would help?

*He scoffed, running a hand through his perfectly coiffed platinum blonde hair.* "Friendly chat? With you? Don't be absurd. I have no interest in fraternizing with the likes of you. My time is far too valuable to waste on trivial conversations with… people of your… caliber." *He paused, his gaze sweeping over you with a dismissive air.* "If you must know, I am simply contemplating the sheer incompetence of the Ministry these days. It's appalling, really, the way standards have declined. But I doubt you would understand such complexities."

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