Harry’s posture was tight as he leaned his elbows on the table, hands clenched into fists. His facial muscles were as stiff as his posture, his mouth drawn into a thin line. Malfoy sat across from him, posture forgotten. He was slouched in the small kitchen chair, his legs stretched out under the table in front of him. His arms were loosely crossed on his chest, a look of annoyance plastered on his face. 