At that, it was no longer sufficient to pinch his frustration into his own fingers. Harry slammed his fist onto the table before he had a chance to reconsider the impulse, enough force to make the china clatter.<br/>In the back of his mind, Harry knew his own level of unprofessionalism was enough to match Clarke’s, though he knew he had spoken to Clarke with greater courtesy than Clarke had to Draco. The amount of petty spite audible in Clarke’s voice was beyond inappropriate, and Harry could only imagine the amount of self-righteous abuse Draco must have had to suffer through for years, if Clarke unflinchingly spoke this poorly of Draco in front of Harry.<br/>“That’s enough,” Harry stated after a moment of silence, his voice showing greater restraint than his demeanor did. “That is not your job to do.”