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He exited the lavatory and would have bumped into Goyle if his Seeker reflexes weren't up to par. With every intention to brush by him and continue on his way, he wasn't prepared for the arm that blocked his path. He narrowed his eyes. "What is your problem?"
Goyle glanced down his nose at him and scoffed. "I think you owe me an apology." Draco smirked and inclined his head, "It's not my fault that you're too dim-witted to watch where you're going."
Goyle stepped forward, threateningly. "I'd be careful if I were you, prat. You're not at Durmstrang anymore."
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