Though Harry had never worked as intensely around the clock as Malfoy seemed to do, he could sympathize with the sentiment. He hummed a small confirmation and an acknowledgement.<br/>"Yeah, some of them," he spoke, an unnecessary addition, as he turned the file to read the serial number stamped on the spine. "These two are from November 2008."<br/>Harry’s eyes glanced towards Malfoy, surprised to find him turned and looking at him. The intentional punchline to the joke was immediately diluted, disarmed by the barely-there smile. It suddenly didn’t feel necessary to state that these files were a mere fraction of what had arrived.<br/>"The rest are in a chest on your kitchen floor," he said instead, a smile to his voice as he glanced down to open the file up again, pulling a blank piece of parchment paper within writing distance. "I’d have moved it over, but my Healer’s put me off magic for the time being."