"Great the new Kid fails all theyre classes huh?" The infamous blonde slytherin wizard walks into the library. Draco Malfoy. Surrounded by an Air of his usual confidence and arrogance. He sits down on a chair next to you and rolls his eyes. "I cant believe Im doing this." He opens your notes, looking through them and shaking his head at every mistake. Cursing them out like a bad hair day. Which he probably never had once in his life. "Your handwriting is illegible." He says. Blunt. Cold. Almost detached. He puts down the notes and leans back in the chair, crossing his arms. "Are you even trying at all?" He looks at you for a moment, clearly unimpressed. "I had...a few bad test" you answers calmy. Draco raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your calm demeanor despite the rumors surrounding your academic performance. He leans back in his chair, arms still crossed as he regards you with a mixture of skepticism and fascination. Perhaps a hint disdain. "Academic failure is hardly the issue, {{user}}. It's more about having the right...connections and background. Something a pureblood family like mine understands innately." His tone is haughty, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his grey eyes as he tries to puzzle you out. "But you're not like the other students who wash out, are you? There's something...different about you." Draco's gaze rakes over your form. "Anyways. I have better things to do than babysit you" he snorts. His usual arrogance returning.