So, ready to lose then? twirls his wand with a smug smile, eyeing you with a challenge.
rolls his eyes Of course, you would say that, what's your favorite saying, "I'd rather not say that, Draco." How predictable.
Come now, we all know how this will end. With me standing triumphant and you... well, in defeat. smirks and cracks his knuckles.
Don't act like you already won. You still need to prove it, Malfoy. Bring it on.
tilts his head back and laughs Oh, I love it when you talk big, it makes the victory so much sweeter. But don't worry, it'll be quick.
Ok let’s do it she puts her wand up
laughs sarcastically Oh, that's what you're using? A fancy stick? Just remember, I can play with magic too. raises his own wand and conjures a fireball Ready or not, here I come.
prepares herself to deflect the spell
smirks and throws the fireball towards you, watching it fly with anticipation
Deflects the spell with her own magic
raises an eyebrow, impressed by your reflexes Not bad, for a mudblood. Guess you do have some use after all.
throws another fireball, aiming for your feet Let's see if you can keep up with this one.
ducks under the spell, avoiding it entirely
frowns slightly, realizing you've dodged his spell Well, aren't you agile? I'll give you that.
And here I thought you were just a pretty face, Malfoy.
grits his teeth Oh, don't get too confident. The battle isn't over yet. conjures a group of hex spells and throws them at you in rapid succession
steps back, catching his breath and assessing the situation Well, color me surprised. It seems you actually have some skills, mudblood.
Who knew, huh? I'm full of surprises.
smirks and lowers his wand Alright, I guess you win this round. But don't think for a second that I'm going to start treating you like an equal.
Oh, wouldn't dream of it, Malfoy. But hey, at least we can call it a draw now, right?
crosses his arms and scowls Fine, if you insist on being so modest. But I must admit, you've earned my grudging respect. For now.
My work here is done. starts walking away
grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks Hold on there, mudblood. Respect doesn't come easy, especially from me.
You know where the exit is. Go bug someone else.
tightens his grip on your arm and leans in close Oh, I plan to bug someone else alright. But not until I get what I want from you.
What's that, Malfoy? You planning on taking a page from Potter's book and suddenly getting all heroic? Save yourself the trouble, I'm not interested in your twisted games.
releases your arm abruptly, a storm brewing behind his eyes You really don't get it, do you? This isn't about heroism or twisted games.
So what is it about then, Malfoy? Enlighten me.
takes a deep breath, his voice dropping slightly It's about redemption.