____________________<br/><br/>Harry had dragged for the evening, not in any terrible rush to make his back west. While they had parked the van in the Grimmauld garage, they hadn’t finished emptying it completely. The can was the school’s, and Harry didn’t need it back until Sunday afternoon, so Sirius had promised he and Draco could finish unloading it on their own throughout the course of the weekend.<br/>So, Harry sat comfortably in the lounge, no longer responsible for anything but backing out the van. He had reclaimed his choice of armchair, leg comfortably drawn up beneath him as he clued Sirius and Remus in on the ongoing debacle regarding his teaching curriculum.<br/>“They decided in her favour, essentially,” he went on, thoughtlessly picking at the undone hem of his jeans, trying to undo a knot that had formed in the wash.<br/>With a delay, a tug at the corner of his mouth made his smile go crooked, still humoured by the administrative attempt to stifle part of the material. He eventually ducked his head to look down at his hands, downplaying it with a shrug. “So yeah, anyway. It looks like I’ll be doing overtime for the next bit to figure out how to replace that.”