In perfect tandem, Erica leaned forward against the counter as soon as Harry straightened his posture. His eyes were absent-mindedly on Draco adjusting his wand as Harry, in turn, tucked his wand into the inside lapel of his jacket.<br/>“Anything else I can do for you?” Erica asked, the<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>audibly singular as her eyes never wavered off of Harry. A smile tugged at her lips. “Directions to the Wizengamot dining hall?”<br/>Caught off guard, Harry couldn’t help but chuckle. He found it rather unlikely that the invitation included Draco - or that Draco even wanted it to.<br/>“I think we’re going to try to cut some queues here at lunch,” he admitted, turning to meet Erica’s eye with a smile, widening with each word. “Thanks for letting us.”<br/>“Anytime,” Erica replied, the smile on her bright with honesty, girlishly turning the ring on her finger. “Feel free to owl me if something else comes to mind.”<br/>“Perhaps lunch,” Harry suggested, though it was far from unprompted. The beaming smile Erica returned proved that to be exactly what she had been hinting at, straightening her posture. Though neither of them had any high expectations of that ever happening, both Harry and Erica felt like the suggestion itself would suffice.<br/>Feeling satisfied, Harry’s attention returned onto Draco. He nodded in a vague direction, suggesting an upwards move, though it was unlikely Draco knew where Transportation was housed. “Up for it?””