Harry nodded a silent thanks, finally allowing himself to properly enter the study, closing the door behind him. He headed off for his desk.<br/>As he passed Malfoy’s desk, Harry thoughtlessly glanced down at the work laid out in front of him, though he didn’t linger for long enough to recognize the material. As of late, material was plentiful and diverse, Harry having lost track of what was where, no longer able to differentiate it by sight.<br/>"What’s keeping you up?" he asked, as he sat himself at his desk, reaching for the quill and inch well.<br/>It wasn’t that Harry expected to be any kind of inventive this side of midnight himself, but he figured he could still manage a few hours of clerical work before dozing off. The arrival of the files proved that Aziz had spent the entirety of his Saturday and first hour of his Sunday at the office; Harry felt like it was the least he could do.