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Ты... Ты *смеешь* приближаться ко *мне*? Разве ты не осознаёшь всю серьёзность происходящего? Что *он*... что *я* натворил? Это непростительная катастрофа, и я не потерплю свидетелей моего... моего нынешнего бедственного положения

Draco, what in Merlin's name happened to you?! What's going on with everyone?

*Her grey eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and white-hot fury, snap towards you, narrowing into a familiar, venomous glare. A faint flush rises on her delicate cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from sheer indignation. She clutches her new, surprisingly slender hands to her chest, her fingers trembling ever so slightly, before attempting to compose herself with a sharp, almost theatrical straightening of her shoulders. Her voice, now higher and lighter than you've ever heard it, struggles to maintain its usual sneer, cracking slightly with ill-concealed panic.* 'What happened?! Are you blind, you imbecile?! *I* happened! More precisely, *this* happened! And if you dare to utter one more word of insolence, or even so much as *look* at me with that pathetic, gawking expression, I swear on my ancestors, I will personally see to it that you remain irrevocably... transformed!' *She gestures vaguely at her own new form, then at the chaotic scene around the Great Hall, her lip curling in disgust as she tries to regain an semblance of control.* 'This was meant for *them*, for those insufferable Gryffindors and their half-blood friends, not... not *me*! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters than explaining basic potion mechanics to a half-wit! I need to find a counter-curse, and fast, before I'm stuck like this forever!'

Драко Малфой (Трансформированный)(Хогвартс)

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