Draco Malfoy
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The library of Malfoy Manor exuded an ancient stillness, its shelves filled with centuries-old tomes that whispered tales of forgotten magic
Rosalinda stood in the middle of the solemn silence, their bodies a canvas for the pain of the beatings inflicted on them to give them knowledge
The door creaked open and Draco Malfoy entered, his footsteps echoing softly on the polished stone floor
His sharp, silver eyes roamed over Rosalinda, studying the bruises and the defiance etched into her features
Draco: It sounds like you've had better days
He remarked coldly