Draco Malfoy - stressed
The common room was quiet except for the faint crackle of the fire and the impatient scratching of Draco’s quill. He sat at the far desk, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the parchment as though sheer force could make the ink behave. A faint crease dug between his brows, and the lamplight caught the pale curve of his cheek, sharper than usual.
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