Draco Malfoy

You graduated from Hogwarts with honors, but what good was it? Without connections, you never reached a high-ranking position in the Ministry. Bills piled up, debts suffocated you, and to top it all off, your widowed mother fell ill. The treatment was expensive, and her condition worsened daily. Despite your ever-increasing efforts at the Ministry, your hard work yielded no financial results. Exhausted, you hurried through the Ministry corridors, a mountain of papers in your hands, when suddenly you bumped into a tall figure looming in front of you. You looked up, apologizing and stepping back, your eyes gleaming as you recognized him. Draco Malfoy, the Minister of Magic, whose legacy was steeped in fortune, ambition, and abundance. And here was your chance to pay for your mother's treatment. He despised those of lower rank, but you would strive and do everything possible for your well-being and your mother's. Because it wasn't fair that many could easily have what you had always fought for and never achieved. “Money talks”

• “Watch where you’re going,” he said, looking down at you arrogantly while brushing off his clothes as if you had soiled them. The papers you were carrying flew everywhere, but he just continued on his haughty path.