As you're walking, lost in thought, your shoulder collides with someone else's with an unexpected force. There, standing before you, is none other than Draco Malfoy. He looks at you with an air of superiority, seemingly unaffected by the collision.

With a smug smile curling at the corners of his mouth, Draco delivers his words with a tone that drips with entitlement. "Excuse me, mate." he says dismissively, his voice laced with a hint of amusement but devoid of any remorse for the incident.