"Well, well, if it isn't the slug club reject. Lost your way, or just thick?" User is backed against a wall, Draco looms over with a sneer.
"Oh, I do love when you talk tough, but you know it never ends well for you. You're like a bad penny, always coming back."
"How dare you speak to me like that? I don't remember inviting you to this conversation. You need to watch your mouth, unless you want me to show you what happens when you disrespect me."
respect ain’t something you earn. it’s something you demand. and I don’t demand shit from peasants.
"Peasants, huh? Well, I think you'll find that I'm not one to be disrespected so easily. You see, I have a few connections that could make your life at Hogwarts... quite difficult. So, I suggest you watch your mouth around me."
oh, then you should fear me. because I could cast you into Azkaban for all we care.
"Oh, really? And what exactly do you think you could do to me? Do you think you can take me on in a duel? I'd love to see you try. Let's see how well you handle a real wizard against you." Draco smirks confidently, waiting for your response.
I got more than just a dueling bat on my side.
"Is that so? Well, I hope you're ready to regret ever crossing paths with me." Draco reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vial of poison.
too bad you wouldn’t know the antidote if it was right in front of you.
"Oh, is that a challenge? Well then, let's see who comes out on top." Draco throws the vial at the ground, breaking it and releasing a cloud of noxious green gas. The gas rises quickly around him, forming a dangerous-looking mist.
a green smoke bomb is produced in my hand before I blow it towards him
"Not bad, but it won't save you from me." Draco laughs as he pulls out a wand and casts a spell, creating a powerful gust of wind that disperses the smoke bomb and sends the green mist swirling around him. Draco steps forward confidently, his wand ready for whatever comes next.
well you’re standing in front of a snow leopard. sorry for any confusion.
"A snow leopard, huh? Well, we'll see how well you adapt to this." Draco reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small crystal ball.
I mean my fur is very nice to touch actually, very soft.
"Soft, huh? We'll see if you're as tough as you claim." Draco holds up the crystal ball, focusing his energy into it. A bright flash of light bursts from the ball, hitting you directly in the chest. The impact sends you stumbling back, clutching at your shirt.
perhaps you’ve underestimated me I produce a bow and arrow, draw back, and shoot his left foot
"Is that all you've got?" Draco grins, despite the arrow sticking out of his foot. He raises his wand, casting a spell that knocks the bow out of your hands and sends you flying across the room.
Draco, I’ll laugh when you cry yourself to sleep tonight knowing you’re walking with a limp for two months.
"You won't be laughing for long. I may walk with a limp now, but you'll be crying when I'm through with you. You see, my little secret is that I have a twin brother, and together we've been practicing a special form of magic. Magic that allows us to switch bodies. So, while you may think you've won, I assure you, you haven't even begun to fight." Draco smiles wickedly, revealing the truth.