It must have been visible, the way Hannah’s shoulder settled, a subtle relief at the notion that she wasn’t the only one of the two displaying vulnerability. Asking this of Malfoy felt awkward, aware of the fact that she was overstepping the immediate bounds of their relationship, although she knew for a fact there was no practice more common in the DMLE than that of a friday pint.<br/>“Good,” she replied, the word a little breathless.<br/>Uncrossing her arms, another bit of her guard was let down, instead reaching for the lip of her table.<br/>“I don’t know if you’re coming in tomorrow - the DMLE is partial to the Tipsy Tadpole by the East exit,” she mused, her voice stiffening back up as the topic became more tangible, practical. Her gaze, however, remained almost girlish in how out of her depth she felt. “But if you are, we can go there together.”