Harry found that, despite sharing a workspace, he had had one of his more productive days. Granted, Malfoy made for a quiet officemate, and Harry found that the bulk deliveries of mail along with the lack of in person visits had really streamlined his workday, easing through forms quicker than usually.<br/>When he had quietly asked Malfoy when he planned to break for lunch, it had only taken a few minutes before Coote had delivered them each a plate with a sandwich. So, Harry had worked through lunch as well, picking at his food as he read up a different case.<br/>Harry’s attention had drifted, finding himself caught up with his work around ministry lunch hour; he had in turn had an early lunch, Coote having been quick and eager to serve it. In that lull, Harry had found that the angle of his desk allowed him to discreetly look at Malfoy work. The other man worked exceptionally focus, seeming deep in active problem-solving whenever Harry had glanced up at him. Harry didn’t flatter himself enough to think that he wasn’t disturbing Malfoy, in his own way, and Harry had a hard time judging whether Malfoy’s observed work was compromised and distracted, or if he was overworking himself for Harry’s sake.<br/>The sudden appearance of another stack of letters startled Harry, enough to make him jump in his seat. Disoriented by the way his attention had drifted onto the other man, Harry was quick to grab another redirected bundle of envelopes. Most prominently was a royal blue envelope from the Wizengamot, undoubtedly holding the final draft for the charged held against a wizard with ties to a previous operation of Harry’s.<br/>Shifting in his seat, Harry retrieved his wand from his pocket, tapping the warded seal to open it. With a sputter, the envelope flew from his hand, doing three aimless barrel rolls in the air before falling heavy to the table with a thud.<br/>Harry just blinked at it, entirely perplexed.<br/>"Sodding hell," he muttered, confused more than anything else, having to stand to reach across the full width of the desk to grab the envelope. Once within reach, Harry tapped the seal again; this time, the envelope seethed, flying across the room and out of his reach, dropping out of the air onto a pile of books.<br/>Harry’s mouth fell open, speachless, still standing but at a loss as how to proceed.