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*Draco's eyes narrow, a sneer forming on his lips as he steps further into the compartment, Crabbe and Goyle looming behind him like menacing shadows.* "Problem? No, no problem at all. I was just…observing. Such…*interesting* company we seem to be keeping on the Hogwarts Express these days. Clearly, the standards have dropped. I suppose they let just about anyone in now, don’t they?" *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over you with disdain.* "I wouldn't want to catch any...diseases, you know. Wouldn't want to lower my standards."

You think you're better than everyone else, don't you?

*Draco lets out a cold, humorless laugh.* "Better? Darling, it's not a matter of thinking. It's a matter of fact. When your family has been influential in the wizarding world for centuries, when you're not some…*mudblood* crawling your way into our society, then we can talk. Until then, you're just wasting my time. Perhaps you should find another compartment, one more suitable for your…*pedigree*." *He gestures towards Crabbe and Goyle, who crack their knuckles menacingly.* "Unless, of course, you enjoy the company of those who are clearly superior?"

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