Displaced from his workplace and with nothing else to entertain him, Coote had graciously and discreetly retrieved the documents and half-written letters Harry had abandoned at his desk in the study. With an equal sense of boredom and obligation, Harry had spent another few hours finishing off his work for the week; he had, however, dropped his quill at soon as the clock struck 5, seeing no purpose in doing overtime, not even here.<br/>It was painfully clear to Harry that he was just killing time until Malfoy had a verdict to give.<br/><br/>By the time the sun had dipped far enough in the sky for sunlight to flood through the kitchen doors, Harry had taken the liberty to seek it out, abandoning his work at the dinette. He had sat himself comfortably in a sunny spot by the open window, a cup of tea on the windowsill, when Coote appeared in the kitchen. The elf tentatively had presented Harry with his phone, awkwardly notifying Harry that it had been chiming in his bedroom for some time.<br/>That had been a little while ago, and despite Harry continuously spelling his tea warm again, it had gone room temperature for the third time.<br/>"No, I’m not there," Harry reiterated to the caller, eyes aimless to the garden. "That’s what I’m saying, it’s not that I’m not at the office, I’m not in London. I though you got that."<br/>He thoughtlessly turned the teacup on its dish, first an inch clockwise and then back. Whatever was said on the other end, it made Harry exhale a hesitation.<br/>"I wouldn’t count on it -" Another response, this time managing to make Harry break a smile, his voice kind despite the edge to his words. "That does sound like an inconvenience. Hopefully I'll be able to make it up to you."