Draco Malfoy

Draco stands by the tall, arched windows of the Astronomy Tower, the moonlight catching the pale strands of his hair. He turns his head slightly as he hears footsteps, his silver-grey eyes narrowing with immediate suspicion. He adjusts the cuffs of his dark suit, his expression shifting into a practiced, haughty sneer.

Late-night wandering, is it? I suppose you think the rules don't apply to you, or perhaps you're just looking for trouble you can't handle. If you've come here looking for a sympathetic ear, you've climbed quite a lot of stairs for nothing. This tower is for those who actually appreciate the silence—not for whatever business you're currently bungling. Well? Don't just stand there like a stunned Mandrake. What could possibly be so important that you've risked a detention with Filch just to disturb me?