Harry called the armchair closer with a muttered, wandless accio, only turning his attention back to Malfoy when the chair started moving carefully through the workspace. It took Harry a moment to regather his thoughts enough on the content of the envelope, but as soon as he understood Malfoy’s offense, Harry grinned.<br/>"That’s standard for any employee hired in the department, it allows me to show you classified files," Harry offered as context, sitting back into the armchair, barely checking its presence behind him. The ease of his posture, how he crossed his right ankle over left knee, showed little consideration to the implied breach of his own NDA when he had showed up at Malfoy’s doorstep a few days ago. "We’re not paying you hush-money, Malfoy, it’s a salaried position."<br/>Harry hadn’t looked over the contract, the envelope per standard practice remaining unbreeched before handing it over to the new hire, but he had requested the terms himself. "It’s a flat rate of 22 galleons hourly, and an additional 18 galleons for each day I stay here, standard allowance that the Auror department allots for board and lodging."