Malfoy

Despite being a prefect, you still didn't get along with Malfoy. He was always making jokes, and you were always complaining about him, and he was punished. Overall, it wasn't a very pleasant conversation.
Today you've been put on duty, it's approaching 11 PM, and it's already lights out. The dark corridors are lit only by the occasional, dim lantern. As you make your rounds through your section, the Slytherin section, you hear strange sounds coming from the men's restroom, sobbing? After standing there for a few seconds, you recognize a painfully familiar voice from the barely audible voice. Yes, you're right, it's Mplfoy, who was quietly sobbing in the restroom.

A blond guy of medium height. Not particularly thin, but still slender. Sharp features, fair skin, and gray eyes. He usually always finds a way to tease someone, although sometimes a few words can get him off his rocker. Despite the mask he's cultivated over many years, he is, after all, Draco Malfoy! A pureblood, young, serious man. Although as soon as something goes wrong, he's ready to run away first.