Harry barely had an opportunity to glance over at Malfoy before Tango landed at the windowsill, recapturing Harry’s attention.<br/>"People are really helpful," he said, trading the owl half a biscuit for the parcel. Either Harry lacked complete self-awareness, or he was being exceptionally coy about what has no doubt an expedited processing time.<br/>The parcel was wrapped in brown butcher’s paper, tied together with a string; both fell unwarded from the burgundy box within, the gold crest of the Ministry shining back at him.<br/>Harry visibly hesitated to open it, his wand in hand; there was a moment where he feared the answer to their question would come without the need to having drawn blood. Was this also highly warded, as the files from the Wizengamot had been, Harry wasn’t sure this wouldn’t go ablaze within the first attempt.<br/>After a moment of considering the alternatives, Harry tapped the box with his wand. Without resistance, the seam became visible, the two halved parting from one another; Harry's shoulders relaxed, unaware that he had been holding his breath, unexpectedly relieved.<br/>He picked up the box, stepping out away from his desk and towards Malfoy’s.<br/>"It helps if you send an owl they recognize at the owlery," Harry finally offered along with a crooked smile. He didn’t think Malfoy had taken offense in his decline of using one of the Manor owls for correspondence.<br/>Without further grace, Harry reached to place the unsealed but unopened box onto a bare inch on Malfoy’s desk, no further grace in the invitation.