The conversation came to a natural end just how Harry preferred to work - on an actionable point. However incremental the progress would be, it held the promise of exposing a structurally important part of the magic of the house. Harry felt adequately satisfied with that, and equally so with Malfoy’s running inputs on the matter, finding that it perfectly matched the rhythm Harry had come to expect from his team.<br/>The mention of documents,<span style="font-style: italic">plural</span>, however, was quick to exhaust Harry. Even if the Ministry had terminated the diagnostics of his fireplace, that was the only document he himself had requested. The notion that his everyday bureaucracy had followed him all the way to the Manor was slightly exasperating, especially before breakfast.<br/>In a stark contrast, Malfoy’s addition quickly managed to pique his interest.<br/>"Oh, yeah?" Harry chuckled, eyes glancing up at Malfoy as he reached for his plate. As soon as his fingers made contact with the china, the steam resumed, eggs still fresh off the pan.<br/>"And where’ve you put the desk?" he asked as he cut through the yolk. There was no indignation in the question, seeming to be genuinely humoured by Malfoy’s phrasing; the way his eyes shifted across the journals scattered across the dinette made it apparent that he was looking for his mail, half expecting this to be the desk Malfoy was referring to.