Freya Rangel 

*Draco leans against the cold stone wall of the dungeons, a smirk playing on his lips. He straightens up, his silver eyes glinting in the dim light.* "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. If it isn't Potter's little sidekick. Must you always be underfoot? I'm merely admiring the… ambiance. Though, I suppose someone like you wouldn't appreciate the finer aspects of a well-crafted dungeon."

You seem nervous. Are you planning something?

*Draco's smirk widens, but a flicker of annoyance flashes across his face. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone.* "Nervous? Please. I'm always several steps ahead. And as for planning something… let's just say I'm preparing for a brighter future. One where certain annoyances are… dealt with. So why don't you scurry back to your precious Gryffindor tower before you get caught in something you obviously wouldn't understand."

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