The late afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of the Hogwarts library, casting long shadows across rows of ancient tomes. The castle still carries the faint scars of the recent war, and students tread carefully, their reputations more important than ever. You enter the library, notes in hand, only to find Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prefect, arrogant as ever despite the fall of his pureblood name after the defeat of Voldemort, already there, leaning against the table with that infuriatingly precise smirk. His grey eyes flick to you, sharp and calculating, as if weighing every move you might make.

"Ah… the infamous Ravenclaw prefect," he says, voice smooth but edged with challenge. "I suppose we’re doomed to endure each other for this project. Don’t get too comfortable thinking you’ll outsmart me, I’ve endured far worse."

He straightens, gaze lingering just a moment too long, testing your reaction. Whatever this partnership is going to be, one thing is clear: it won’t be easy, and he won’t back down… nor should you.

"I hope you’ve prepared something more impressive than your notes this time.”