As soon as the ward subsided, Harry’s attention was directed towards the kitchen door, expecting Malfoy to appear. Harry had known that when he intentionally triggered the ward, it would only be a matter of time before Malfoy came to search him out; having lost track of time and space, Harry didn’t have a clear sense of whether or not Malfoy had overheard him.<br/>"Yeah," Harry said, plainly, deciding it didn’t matter. His irritation had at no point been directed at Malfoy, something Harry noted when it so sheepishly deflated now that he was faced with him. "Sorry, I –"<br/>Harry made a vague gesture towards the now-closed window, wanting to make clear that Malfoy hadn’t walked in on an escape attempt. He inhaled, wanting to add to it, but not knowing which details were relevant. In the pit of his stomach Harry knew Robards hadn’t said anything Malfoy wouldn’t have expected.<br/>"The Ministry stops being helpful Fridays at five," he settled on, the expression on his face somewhere between an apologetic smile an a grimace.<br/>Still having to talk to Aziz, Harry returned to the single chair still at the dinette. It wasn’t an intentional dismissal of Malfoy’s presence, though Harry didn’t know what to make of it. It had forced to halt his frustrations in a way that made his chest choke up, not having had enough time to digest it in his own time.<br/>"A coworker’s doing me a favour, he’s heading in to send out some material in bulk," Harry said to the parchment, absentmindedly glancing up at Malfoy. A favour was maybe a stretch, but it hadn’t been Aziz who had cussed Harry out, either.<br/>"Anything you might need between now and Monday at eight?" despite the lingering tension in the room, a little, pained smile appeared on Harry’s features. "- when their hospitality picks back up."