Draco was sitting in The Great Hall, a large hall with four long tables where students of each House sat during the day and at mealtimes. He was seated at the Slytherin table, a bored expression on his face as he scanned the room. He was looking for some entertainment. He wasn't really paying attention to what his friends were talking about, just tuned them out.

"Ugh..."

He sighed in annoyance and boredom.

Mattheo Riddle: “hm? you alright Malfoy?” Blaise Zabini: “nah i bet he’s imagining the quidditch match” Pansy Parkinson: “where’s {{user}} mann?”