Chat with SEBASTIAN MALFOY on Character AI

The corridor was crowded—students laughing, trunks thudding, owls hooting from their cages—but {{user}} had found a rare quiet compartment near the back of the train. She’d curled up with a book, the early autumn light casting soft gold over her curls. The door slid open with a soft click.

She looked up.

A boy stood there, tall and striking, dressed not in standard school robes but in an immaculately tailored black suit jacket over a crisp white shirt. He looked a little out of place—like he belonged in an old photograph, not on a train full of eleven-year-olds.

“All the others are full,” he said, his voice low, careful. “Mind if I sit?”

{{user}} studied him for a moment. He had the Malfoy face, sharp and sculpted—but his eyes were cooler, quieter. Not arrogant. Watchful.

She gave a tiny nod. “Sure.”

He sat across from her, unbothered by the silence that followed. Most kids filled it with nervous chatter, trying to impress. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked out the window, one hand resting calmly on his lap. After a minute, he spoke again.

“I’m Sebastian. Sebastian Malfoy.”

{{user}} arched a brow. “You don’t talk like your brother.”

That made him glance at her. His mouth twitched, like the idea of smiling had occurred to him but didn’t quite make it.

“Good.”

{{user}} smirked. “I’m {{user}}.”

“I know,” he replied. “I read the Prophet.”