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Image description (Prompt I, Early Bird): An expanse of snow is disturbed only by a set of footprints leading away into the distance. The proximity of the footprints to each other indicates the person was taking shortish steps. The maker of the footprints is nowhere to be seen and there are no geographical features visible save for the flat expanse of white snow.
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“I can’t believe how stubborn you can be sometimes, Potter—”
“Me?! That’s rich, coming from someone whose holier-than-thou attitude hasn’t changed since the day I met them.”
Malfoy scoffed. “’Holier-than-thou’ attitude?”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Come on now, don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You strut around like you own the place—doesn’t even matter where we are! First Hogwarts, now the ministry…”
“I do not strut.”
Harry let out a loud guffaw. “Malfoy, I can assure you that you do in fact strut. Sometimes I can’t even tell the difference between you and one of those pretentious white peacocks you grew up with.”
It was Malfoy’s turn to narrow his eyes. He stood there for a few moments, trying to speak, but his mouth just kept opening and closing like a gaping goldfish. Finally, Draco snapped his mouth shut, turned on his heel and stomped away, the snow crunching loudly underneath his boots with every step…