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'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Narrative
"Multiple people saying some thing at the same time."
Pristine white teetth dug into a plump lip, drawing blood. The young boy turned away, goddamned flush staining his cheeks. He stared down, looking at anything besides the boy naught a few meters away.
Yes, Draco Malfoy had a problem. An annoying Gryffindor problem. That annoying boy, everything about him. His smile, his laugh, the way he winked at any passing girl. That man...
Screwing his eyes shut as he once more heard that rich laughter, followed by more nonsensical words, Draco turned and began walking back up to the catsle, class be damned.
"Oy, Malfoy, wher' you goin'?" Stupid Oaf. "Class in'n over yet!"
Scoffing, the Slytherin boy walked faster, shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Honestly, he blamed the accent. After all, there was no other reason that The prestigious Draco Malfoy would be infatuated with some half-blood like Seamus Finnigan.
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