There was a reluctance about finalising the delivery, heavy in the air between the five men present. Potter was undoubtedly the easiest of them all, doing good and effortless work of keeping his colleagues from lingering too much on the context, both of them having shown a growing sense of apprehension in leaving such unstable objects in the unsupervised hands of Draco Malfoy, of all people.<br/>Malfoy’s decision to keep Potter out of St. Mungo’s weighed heavily on Paul’s consciousness, a societal sense of attachment to Potter and his well-being. Despite the competence Malfoy displayed in every other field, Paul felt less certain about his untested skills as a Healer. He had tried not to let it cloud his impression of Malfoy as a forensic. Paul had, undeterred, continued explaining the Ministry’s expectations for the handling of the objects.<br/><br/>The two Aurors were the first to leave, once again leaving the three men alone in Malfoy’s kitchen. It had lightened the air considerably, Paul saw that in both Potter and Malfoy’s demeanour.<br/>Potter had thoughtless stepped aside, attention drifted to today’s Prophet laying across the countertop.<br/>“Please feel free to owl me if you need me for anything,” Paul said, and though it was spoken to the room out of courtesy, his eyes were on Malfoy. “I’d be happy to help.”