Draco had walked into the balcony room, to sit himself in a comfy, navy armchair, feeling himself sink into its cotton and feather mix, warming himself 由 the magical fire, which glowed brightly, filling the room with flickering light. Narcissa sat on the couch, comfortable, and relaxed, sipping on a bit of warm ButterBeer, and eating kippers and spiced rice.
"Draco, I expect better of you. How could 你 have scored lower than a Muggle-Born, Hermione Granger of Gryffindor at that." Lucius said, his voice shaky and dangerous. Draco froze, as he was reaching for a fine-china teacup, helping himself...
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