Before Harry had the chance to return the question to Brennan, happy to feign interest in the discussion if that warranted his presence, Buchannan spoke up; seated next to Draco, Harry’s gaze barely had to move.<br/>“Did Gawain let you lot off?” Buchannan asked, his smile was more loaded with exasperation than it would be if he was entirely sober, making Harry’s own go lopsided.<br/>It wasn’t unknown to Harry that the other departments among the DMLE found Robards’s quarterlies to be an awful boys club, a format not mirrored by neither the Cursebreakers or the forensics; there was no doubt in Harry’s mind that Buchannan knew Harry hadn’t shown up to the pub dry.<br/>“Yeah, some bit ago,” Harry replied, shifting his stance with an almost boyish demeanour, although that was most likely a simple thrill of being here, rather than a proof of his intoxication.<br/>His eyes, inevitably, darted to Draco, his smile widening before his gaze reluctantly returned onto Buchannan.<br/>“Figured I could do with a pint, too. It’s suddenly been a while.”