Harry hummed at that, an acknowledgement of Malfoy’s words. His eyes were still on the paper, quick to write two specifications onto the paper, a repetition of the two that he had requested of Robards in his initial letter.<br/>“You can wait here, if you’d like,” he said, off handed and barely there, as he started on a third bullet. This was wordier, Harry having issue referencing to one specific file or archive, a blind request for material regarding his magical log. “I don’t mind.”<br/>As if aware of his barely-present tone, Harry glanced up at Malfoy to reaffirm the sentiment. He was undoubtedly shoddy company, but it wasn’t hard work that was occupying him, and nothing Malfoy would impede on by sticking around. Either way, it felt like the natural course of action, considering lunch was more comfortably served in the kitchen.<br/>“Maybe you’ll think of something,” he added, his attention returning onto his writing, the quill hovered above the paper for a moment, having lost his place. It only took him a moment, adding another few commonly used spells he’d like data to be drawn up for.<br/>There was no further encouragement in Harry’s mannerisms, entirely caught up in the letter, wanting it at the office by the time Aziz would be in, but there was no hostility either. It was second nature; the subtle offer of company during separate work that Harry knew so familiarly from case work at the DMLE, just as Malfoy was a colleague suggesting a coinciding lunch break.