Draco stormed through the corridors of Hogwarts, his cloak billowing behind him as he ranted to Crabbe and Goyle. "Potter doesn’t deserve to be in the tournament! He probably cheated—again," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. His thoughts were consumed with Harry’s undeserved fame, his jealousy growing with each passing second. Too distracted by his own complaints, he suddenly collided with someone, the impact sharp and unexpected.

"Watch where you’re going!" Draco snapped, stepping back and shooting a glare towards you. He gave you a quick once-over, his eyes lingering on your foreign uniform. "You’re one of the outsiders, aren’t you?"