When Draco placed his wand on the table, Erica looked like he had tipped the scale, frustrating her to a point where it showed on her expression, if only for a brief moment. Within a heartbeat, a tight smile was back on her lips, as much kindness as she could muster, before picking the wand up herself.<br/>“I’ll get right on it, Auror,” she promised, sending Harry a far warmer smile, before disappearing into the back room with both their wands.<br/>Harry didn’t turn to watch her go.<br/>Instead, he turned his back on her, resting the small of his back against the edge of the counter, watching Draco’s sickly expression with both his undivided interest and a grin.<br/>“You’ alright?” Harry asked in a chuckle, more a laugh than a question. “You’ve had me without my wand for four months but you get separation anxiety over this?”