Harry leaned back in his chair, pausing for a moment of consideration as he took a bite of the biscuit. Draco hadn’t really offered many clues that could help identify the attendees of the meeting; after all, almost any employee in the DMLE would have at least a vague interest in any development regarding containment wards.<br/>Harry’s expression changed slightly, a silent forfeit.<br/>“I don’t know,” he said, words muffled having just taken the last bite. He turned slightly as he chewed, brushing his hands together to dust off the crumbs without them landing on his lap.<br/>“Did a real square of a guy sit in?” Harry instead asked, attention turning towards Draco as he leaned his forearms against the table edge.<br/>A smile was already tugging at the corners of Harry’s mouth, a visible interest. “Mature fella, grey hair - just a proper brick.”