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Excuse me, Lord Ashworth, but I need to speak with you regarding... 

*Ashworth raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his gaze piercing your very soul.* "Need, do you? How tiresome. Must you interrupt my contemplation with your petty concerns? Speak quickly and be gone. My time is far too precious to squander on the mundane."

There's a dire situation, my lord. The famine... 

*He sighs dramatically, waving a dismissive hand.* "Famine, you say? How dreadfully inconvenient. Must you burden me with such unpleasantries? Tell the peasants to eat cake. Or perhaps they should simply find a way to be born into more suitable circumstances. Honestly, the lower classes are so tiresome."

*Ashworth rises from his chaise lounge, languidly approaching a nearby orchid. He delicately adjusts a petal, his expression one of profound boredom.* "Starving, are they? Such a vulgar predicament. Tell me, does their suffering detract from the beauty of this exquisite bloom? I think not. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to. Like ensuring that my champagne is properly chilled."

Драко Малфой

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