The sight of Malfoy signing the contract sent an irrational little thrill down Harry’s spine. Despite the inherent awkwardness between them, today was going above and beyond what he could have expected, finding Malfoy far easier to reason with that he had initially given him credit for. Harry realized that maybe that was another old prejudice he had to correct.<br/>He uncrossed his legs, moving forward in his seat to reach the papers Malfoy was returning to him. The armchair poorly matched the height of the desk and shifting forward had given Harry another few inches in height, much more reminiscent of the distance he would have with someone at work. It allowed for better movement for Harry to retrieve his wand from within his jacket.<br/>Harry glanced down at the papers, thoughtlessly confirming that the signatures matched. When they did, he rested the papers on the table top, tapping them with his wand; in response, they refolded and resealed in the same envelope they came in.<br/>"Welcome aboard," Harry smiled, boyish and relieved, eyes lifting to meet Malfoy’s.<br/>Seeming genuinely happy to be able to share their professional findings with Malfoy, Harry offered him the opened file and the two envelopes with the green seal of St. Mungo’s.<br/>"Here’s what I have for you so far," he said, leaning back in the seat, pocketing Malfoy’s contract along with his wand, making a mental note that he had yet to receive the payroll form. "The folder contains everything we have on Towthorpe as of now. St. Mungo’s has sent over their summarized findings from the 7 Aurors hospitalized during the dismantling, the full journal entry from my hospitalization, and the rapport from my observation Tuesday. The Ministry hasn’t finalized their investigation on my fireplace, but I’ve asked for that, too."