When Buchannan had made an off-handed remark speaking to Malfoy’s abilities, Hannah had thought it to have been uncharacteristically generous. After an afternoon of practical work in the house, however, she had come to realize they were no such thing - the high praise Buchannan had spoken was nothing but accurate.<br/>They had spent the hours after lunch going through the same briefing Buchannan had given in the tent, on scene. Back when the house had been discovered, the case hadn’t been classified as anything but a standard dismantling, and Hannah had been given the lead as part of her training. Going through Ministry protocol with Malfoy, carefully repeating each step, Malfoy had every now and then tried an alternate spell. So far, they had come up short for anything new.<br/>Both Buchannan and Potter had been present observing throughout the afternoon, before retreating into the hallway a few minutes ago. Hannah could still hear their muffled conversation, and she had been able to make out that an owl had arrived.<br/>It left the gutted kitchen uncomfortably quiet, the rotten floor boards creaking perilously beneath them. It was the first moment she had had alone with Malfoy, and Hannah felt compelled to fill it.<br/>“It’s been nice having you on the team,” she said from her spot by the window, casting light on the Ministry scroll in her hand. While her eyes remained on the writing, her attention was, however, unmistakably on Malfoy, a nervous awkwardness about her.<br/>She glanced over at him, not entirely able to commit looking at him, feeling uncomfortably honest.<br/>Her eyes returned to the paper before continuing. “We don’t get a lot of Slytherins in the force.”