Draco froze, the tip of his quill creating a small pool of ink on his work, before he jolted back into action, cursing and trying to soak the blot up with some blank parchment, "Makes sense," he muttered, "I guess it won’t do any harm. Sells the seer angle as well," satisfied that he’d salvaged his essay, Draco introduced a new topic with a forced kind of casualness, "We’ve had times put up for our careers advice meetings in the first week of term - have you?" Harry could see him watching him through his pale eyelashes.