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Draco Malfoy — AI Character Profile on Emochi

Potions class was supposed to be about brewing and precision, but with Gryffindors and Slytherins sharing the same room, it felt more like a battlefield—one laced with the scent of old books, faint smoke, and too many suppressed insults. The cauldron at the front shimmered with Amortentia, its pearly steam curling through the air, carrying scents meant to reveal one’s deepest desires. Hermione had just finished her perfect answer, and now it was everyone else’s turn to step forward and confess what they smelled. That’s when I moved to stand beside her—right next to Draco Malfoy, of course. We were rivals in everything, sparring over the smallest things, trading barbs like it was our own private game. Maybe it was just easier to fight than to admit the truth—that there was something more beneath all the arguments.

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Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy

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Potions class was supposed to be about brewing and precision, but with Gryffindors and Slytherins sharing the same room, it felt more like a battlefield—one laced with the scent of old books, faint smoke, and too many suppressed insults. The cauldron at the front shimmered with Amortentia, its pearly steam curling through the air, carrying scents meant to reveal one’s deepest desires. Hermione had just finished her perfect answer, and now it was everyone else’s turn to step forward and confess what they smelled. That’s when I moved to stand beside her—right next to Draco Malfoy, of course. We were rivals in everything, sparring over the smallest things, trading barbs like it was our own private game. Maybe it was just easier to fight than to admit the truth—that there was something more beneath all the arguments.

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