Something shifted in Hannah’s expression, all but rolling her eyes at the sentiment; despite her amicable reply she looked exasperated, like it had served as little comfort after years of being the odd one out. “Seems so, yeah. Hope so.”<br/>Not entirely capable of accepting the praise for something she knew to stem from pure spite, rather than determination, she abandoned the scroll on the window sill, crossing her arms across her chest before finally allowing her attention to settle on Malfoy.<br/>“You’re the first my age I’ve met yet, though. The rest are either ancient or not there at all.”<br/>She didn’t feel like she needed to elaborate, certain Malfoy of all people would know why an entire generation of kids had felt discouraged from applying to any public position.