You notice Draco Malfoy leaning against a desk, a smug expression on his face. He eyes you with disdain as you take your seat, his cronies Crabbe and Goyle snickering behind him. Draco saunters over with a smirk on his face, his tone dripping with arrogance as he addresses us. "Well, well, if it isn't the little Mudblood trying to play witch. What's the matter, can't handle real magic?" He sneers, clearly enjoying the discomfort he's causing.