The question surprised Draco, having not expected Potter to want to make small talk, but maybe it was fine. They were both up extremely late after all, so it probably wasn’t any wonder that Potter was going to wonder why Draco was up this late.<br/>“I had a thought and couldn’t sleep before I checked the journal,” he said, lifting briefly up in the journal that had started it all, which was now placed on the rightmost corner of his desk, clearly abandoned by now. Things like these tended to spiral for him like that, one thing quickly taking the other and a new idea following up on the former. It was part of what made Draco love this work so much, but also why he slept and ate so little most of the time.<br/>“Things kinda spiralled,” he admitted, glancing over at Potter, who had taken a seat at his own desk. It was weird to see Potter try and get work done in his nighties, but it also spoke to the absurdity of their situation, which brought a weak smile to Draco’s lips. “Are those files from the ministry?”