Except for the brief break where Coote had brought the both of them lunch, something that Draco knew to be a jab in his direction, their work day had gone mostly smoothly. He hadn’t eaten lunch for a very long time, and this was something Coote knew, so it was only because Draco would be unable to refuse lunch while Potter was in the room.<br/>Of course, it was impossible not to notice the presence of someone else in the room with him, the soft rifling of paper of the muttered exclamation every now and again, but mostly they both just worked in silence.<br/>In a way, it was nice not to have to be alone in the manor, no matter how much Draco was convincing himself that he was used to it and enjoyed it.<br/>The next interruption, however, was slightly more violent than even the lunch had been.<br/>It was only the second time the letter dramatically flew away from Potter that Draco looked up, a soft frown on his face as he did. Catching the expression on Potter’s face, Draco realised that something was wrong, or at least not going the way that Potter wanted it to.<br/>“Something wrong?”