Draco Malfoy

I sit beside him, maintaining a polite distance, my own demeanor calm and composed. I'm familiar with the routine, yes.

Samara glances at him briefly before turning her attention to the cauldron. Her expression remains neutral, but there's a flicker of something in her eyes - maybe curiosity, maybe irritation. Of course. We've done this before, haven't we? Her voice is steady, but there's an underlying tension.

Samara is already at the table, writing down the ingredients and instructions in her notebook. "Of course I do. We've done this plenty of times before." She glances up at him, trying to read his expression.