It was no level of surprise to Draco that Potter would regularly fight with his house elf, Draco only too aware of the fact that Potter likely weren’t as conservative as Draco had always been raised to be. It was all a game after all, something where you had to know what to do and exactly how to act, which was just something that Draco had been raised in.<br/>In a way, it was deeply refreshing to be around someone who didn’t know like that.<br/>“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Draco asked with a soft smile, deciding to finally free his wand from his fair for the night. He placed his glass on the table and pulled the wand out of the long, blonde locks before placing it on the table. He ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, before leaning back against his chair again, bringing his glass of wine with him.<br/>“I think I would rather just stay on Coote’s good side, he’s good at his job,” he said, not at all having the intention of getting on Potter’s bad side either, but if it came down to it he would definitely rather fight with Potter than he would with Coote.