While the soft knock was wholly unnecessary, Draco still appreciated it as a warning that Potter would be entering the study. Draco hadn’t shared a work space, nor a living space for that matter, with anyone since his mother had moved to London.<br/>It was going to be a strange situation for Draco, but he reckoned that it was a strange situation for Potter as well, so they were just going to have to make do.<br/>Draco’s wand was stuck in his hair again, tying it in a messy bun from which several loose hairs escaped and framed his face. He was mostly looking through his notes again, having finished the final report hat he needed to read and was trying to see if anything was making more sense to him now.<br/>It only took a glance at Potter to realise that he had no idea which desk Draco had intended to be his, and it wasn’t exactly something that he could fault him for. His study was very clearly his place and a place that he had been used to having to himself, so in the interest of being a good host, Draco wordlessly pointed towards the window, where he had managed to clear a desk and find an uncursed chair for Potter to sit in.