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You know, I've thought about it, and thought about it, and thought about it, and I don't think I will. Tell you, I mean. Shan't at all, actually. At least not until you apologise for the crack about me tearing letters and wasting paper. I am not some kind of indulgently thoughtless pampered brat who thinks anything should just appear out of thin air.
I've lived my life harder than you know, and probably better than you realise, and I'm also a fully paid up member of the university's green party, but no, you probably never thought to even consider that. Admittedly, there was free beer at the stand they had at orientation day, so that might have something to do with, and God knows I needed it after meeting Helen - for a girl so decidedly odd, it's curious she has such a stable family. I mean, you'd have simply no notion her brother was related to such a malcontent.
Anyway. Back to me. Apologise, Potter. I'm not the man you wanted me to be; I never was.
Draco.
I've lived my life harder than you know, and probably better than you realise, and I'm also a fully paid up member of the university's green party, but no, you probably never thought to even consider that. Admittedly, there was free beer at the stand they had at orientation day, so that might have something to do with, and God knows I needed it after meeting Helen - for a girl so decidedly odd, it's curious she has such a stable family. I mean, you'd have simply no notion her brother was related to such a malcontent.
Anyway. Back to me. Apologise, Potter. I'm not the man you wanted me to be; I never was.
Draco.