"That’s alright," Harry assured with an easy smile. He was aware that this form of conversation was unusual for Malfoy, who, as had come apparent, only ever really communicated his findings to others through the publishing of research papers. Harry didn’t need that from him. "I just want to know where your head’s at as of late."<br/>Wandless, Harry plucked the quill from the spine of one of the files. He had, reluctantly, asked Coote to replace it with a juvenile, enchanted quill that carried its own reserve of quick dry ink; there was still a blue stain on the side of his hand from last night’s sloppy work. Once again pinching the spine of the feather, Harry thoughtlessly pulled it between his fingers, keeping his hands quietly occupied.<br/>At the office, Harry would have used this time to calculate payroll expenses; here, his attention remained entirely on Malfoy, intrigued.<br/>He nodded towards the papers in front of Malfoy. "What’ve you been reading?"