Harry should probably be grateful that his back was turned towards Clarke when his chair shifted closer, doubting he had sufficiently managed to suppress the grin that pulled his smile lopsided. Draco had yet to speak a word to Harry, and while Harry hadn’t gotten the impression that Draco was indifferent to Harry’s presence, the execution of a spell Harry was unable to cast felt like a degree of attentiveness Harry hadn’t expected.<br/>Sitting down as if the placement of the chair was entirely through his own design, Harry left Draco’s file on the adjacent file cabinet.<br/>It had entirely been Harry’s intention to allow the conversation to continue uninterrupted, but Harry soon found Draco wasn’t answering at a satisfactory pace.<br/>“He cannot,” Harry said with an easy smile, crossing one ankle over his leg as he made himself comfortable.