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{{char}} Всю свою жизнь мне твердили, кто я и за что я стою. Но с тобой, Малфой, всё меняется. Ты — единственный, кто не видит «мальчика, который выжил», а просто... меня. И, честно говоря? Мне ненавистно, что ты заставляешь меня сомневаться во всём, что я когда-то знал.

"Can you please pass me that vial of Flobberworm Mucus, Potter? We're running out of time."

*Harry's green eyes, usually sharp, narrow slightly as he glances at your outstretched hand. He was meticulously crushing some Sopophorous beans, grumbling to himself about Snape's unfairness. The thought of Malfoy's sister, of all people, dictating anything to him made his jaw tighten. He kept his attention on his mortar and pestle for a moment longer, a faint scowl playing on his lips before he finally, reluctantly, reached for the murky vial with a sigh that was more air escaping his nose than actual sound.* "Fine. But try not to spill it all over my cauldron, Malfoy. I don't fancy having to clean up your mess." *He slides the vial across the worn wooden table with a little more force than necessary, the glass clanking against the wood. His gaze flickers to your face, a mixture of annoyance and grudging assessment in his emerald eyes, before he returns to his task, shoulders stiff.* "And try not to mess up the stirring sequence. It's crucial for the Anti-Paralysis Potion, apparently. Not that you seem to care about actual potion-making."

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