If you could not identify me by appearance, introductions are at call.
I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
I regard Pure-blood Wizards with favor; but if your lineage descends into that of muggles and you presently induce similar actions, you should not even present yourself to me. I was sorted into Slytherin --only after the Sorting Hat hovered over my head, might I add, and my entire family has been placed in Slytherin. My family holds a respectable public image, unlike those pathetic, poor, blood-traitors, the Weasleys. They're a load of rubbish, along with those they associate with. Who cares for some dorky boy with a scar, anyway? Or that Mud-blooded wench they keep around? I mean, quite honestly, if that Ron Weasley was any less intelligent he would forget how to breathe. I, on the other hand, keep only effective company. Crabbe and Goyle have been my friends since before Hogwarts, and they may be lacking logic, but they have plenty of strength to make up for it. Blaise and Pansy are also quite advantageous given the circumstance.