Generally, she arrived at the bank of lifts first, mere moments before he did on most days. She always stepped straight up to the doors, standing a couple of feet away from them and facing forward with perfect, rigid posture. Draco would inevitably step up next to her, staying far enough away that it was clear that they weren’t actually standing there  together , a black dragonhide attaché case in his right hand while his left stayed tucked into the pocket of his trousers. They would wait silently for the arrival of the lift and, once it had arrived, he would gesture for her to enter first before following her inside.