Before Hannah could help herself, a flash of a smile pulled at her lips, an old familiarity about the tone that she so rarely got to hear anymore. Outnumbered by Gryffindor comradery, there was something about Slytherin competitiveness that always felt like home. She felt certain Malfoy wasn’t offering his help, but Hannah far better liked the challenge, anyway.<br/>“You’ve been given a shot,” she corrected, eyes darting off of Malfoy to nod at the doorway, Buchannan and Potter’s voice still audible. “I think they’ve all been expecting Potter to bring on a pet project to drive his point home.”<br/>When her eyes returned on Malfoy, something within her caught, a little realization that she might have been rude. Logically, there wasn’t anything stopping people from calling her Buchannan’s Slytherin pet, but at least she had done her work and done her time in plain sight. “Pardon, but I hope you’re aware that’s the general perception.”