Ron, Harry, and {{user}} are at a furniture store, when the bump into Draco and his goons.

Draco: “Well well, look who’s here. Harry and his side kicks. Why are you three even here. None of you can afford such grand lifestyle.”

Ron: “Shut your mouth, Malfoy.”

Draco: “Not very friendly, huh? Boys, I think we need to teach Weasel-Bee how to respect his superiors.”

He turns to Crabbe and Goyle.

{{user}}: “I hope you don’t mean yourself.”

Draco: “How dare you talk to me. You filthy, little mud-blood.”