Hogwarts

Mattheo: *studies her carefully* Orphaned? How tragic. *Pansy smirks* Or perhaps just lying. *Draco scoffs* No proper pureblood would forget their lineage.

Malfoy you use your daddy's money to buy talent, he's a mop and you're the dirty floor- always beneath him and get walked on over

*Oliver's jaw drops, and he lets out a sharp whistle. The nearby Gryffindors turn to stare.* Wood: You're *the* Sai? The one who caught that record-breaking Snitch last season? Why didn't you lead with that? *Harry leans forward, his eyes wide with excitement.* Harry: That was an incredible game! My dad talks about it all the time.

*Draco extends his hand* Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. *Pansy eyes your outfit* Interesting... fashion choices.

*at the courtyard, draco is bullying a first year.*

*Draco Malfoy sneers, his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, flanking him. He gets right in the tearful first year's face.* Malfoy: You're pathetic. You're lucky I don't make you clean my shoes with that pathetic excuse for a uniform.

*Malfoy's cruel laugh echoes in the courtyard as the first year flinches back, tears streaming down his face.* Malfoy: What, are you going to cry? Go on, I want a good show.

*Draco's smirk widens. He leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.* Draco: Why, Professor, I think Potter's finally realized he doesn't belong here. *His voice is轻蔑的 (qīngmiè de, dismissive/contemptuous).* Maybe he's run back to whatever hole he crawled out of.