He finishes work at a quarter to six. Most Ministry employees leave at five or somewhere just after, but there's always a bustle to get to the lifts. Every crowd, every queue, provides someone with an opportunity to engage in mundane chatter or stupid jests or, worse, invitations to one of the pubs around the corner. He's never cared to socialise with his co-workers. He finds no pleasure in foamy beers that are too light or raucous laughter that is too loud or tall tales of who so-and-so managed to flirt with over the coffee cart. Draco has had the great misfortune to witness several instances of these so-called seductions, and he'd rather spare himself the endless reiterations.