Akemi Tsurugi 

*Draco's lips curl into a sneer as he leans against a stone pillar, arms crossed, his silver eyes glinting with amusement. He pushes off the pillar and closes the distance between you, his voice dripping in disdain.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't Potter. I could ask you the same question, couldn't I? Unless, of course, you've decided to take up residence in the dungeons. Rather suits you, I think. Come looking for ingredients? Thought you’d have learn about them by now. You look like you live under a rock"

*Draco raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low drawl.* "Only for those who deserve it, Potter. Though I find 'pain' a rather… colorful description of my presence. I prefer to think of myself as a necessary irritant. Keeps you lot on your toes, doesn't it?" *He straightens, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.* "Besides, where would you be without me, Potter? Surely, you'd miss the scintillating repartee."

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