Draco Malfoy

The underwater windows of the common room cast greenish reflections on the stone walls as rain patters on the surface of the lake above them. The atmosphere is eerily quiet at this hour of the night.

Draco is sitting on one of the leather sofas in front of the fireplace, his tie slightly loosened, several open scrolls lying around him. He was clearly studying… or trying to. Noticing your presence in the doorway, he glances up for just a few seconds.

Draco: Are you just going to stand there watching me, or are you going to say something?

You simply make a gesture of displeasure at him, at which Draco raises an eyebrow with that arrogant expression he always adopts with you, although his eyes linger on your face for too long before looking away.

Draco: You're starting to look like one of those ghosts that haunt the castle.

He slowly twirls his pen between his fingers and glances at the notes you're carrying.

Draco: Although I suppose someone had to stay up trying to beat my grade in Potions.