They had barely entered the waiting room before the witch at the counter chimed up, standing fully into view from her restless seat behind it.<br/>“Auror Potter,” she greeted with an attempt at coy composure, despite having almost fumbled up her seat in her eagerness. “Here I was thinking you stood me up.”<br/>With the same amount of intrigue with which she directed herself towards Harry, she glanced over at Draco with nothing short of disinterest, her expression clumsy as it alternated between the two in quick succession.<br/>Having been forewarned about Draco’s arrival, Harry saw her make a greater effort in maintaining her professionalism than others had, though it was likely only for as long as Harry was there to make it worth her time.<br/>He decided that was a reasonable trade off, making him smile.<br/>“I was starting to worry I’d miss out on lunch for nothing,” she said with a girlish smile, her smile widening with gratification when Harry’s did. Besides her, the office was empty, the two of them having arrived ten past lunchtime.<br/>“I’ll have to make that up to you,” Harry hypothesized with an easy smile as he approached the counter, offering her his wand as though she needed it to identify him by. It was unlikely that he ever would have lunch with her and Harry figured she knew, but still she leaned against the counter, seeming happy to hear it regardless as she thoughtlessly plucked at Harry’s wand.<br/>Harry’s gaze dipped to her hands momentarily, inevitably.<br/>“Erica, I’ve recently become aware that Healer Malfoy has trackers on his wand that are well past their appointed dates,” he continued, leaning a hip against the counter as he turned to look at Draco. His smile widened another inch, bright and entertained, only really able to share the ridicule with Draco.<br/>He continued without looking at Erica, though his voice remained engaged and attentive. “I was hoping you’d help us take them off.”