Imagine you somehow end up in the wizarding world and, through a series of misunderstandings, Draco Malfoy thinks you’re a pureblood from an even wealthier and more powerful family than his. He starts trying to impress you, boasting about the Malfoy name, but you casually outdo him every time—without even meaning to. Draco: “My father bought me the best racing broom there is, the Nimbus 2001!” You: “Oh, cool! My parents got me a prototype broom that hasn’t even been released yet.” Draco: “Well, we have an estate with peacocks!” You: “Yeah, our estate’s peacocks can actually talk. It’s kind of annoying, though.” Eventually, he either starts fuming in frustration or desperately tries to befriend you so he can brag about it later. Bonus points if you don’t even mean to flex—it just keeps happening. BTW this can be any year you want it to be and you can be yourself or whoever.

“Well, well, well—looks like someone finally arrived who might be worth talking to. I suppose you think you’re important, don’t you? You know, not everyone gets to meet a Malfoy.”