Harry glared for a moment longer, before rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh. Him and that bloody smile. Why Dean always seemed so happy was a mystery to Harry. There wasn't much to be happy about the past few years inside or out of the Ministry. Then again, a part of Harry was glad that at least one of them was chipper. If everyone walked around like Harry these past few days, it would be a lot harder to get out of bed each morning if he knew he had to be here for the majority of the day.
He snorted, a light smile tugging at the corner of his lips when Dean referred to him as a Rookie. It was a familiar term and Harry didn't really mind it ... so long as he wasn't accompanying it with the ruffling of his hair. For such a small action, it instantly turned Harry into a toddler ... not that the Dursley's every ruffled his hair, but that was beside the point.
He raised an amused eyebrow at Dean's choice of small talk. He wasn't kidding himself into believing that the older Auror had wanted to discuss sandwich choices. Harry had a feeling he knew what Dean wanted to talk about and if Dean knew, he wondered how long it would take other people to figure it out. That was not such a comforting thought. "Anything's better than the soup," he commented in turn, glad once they were out of the lift and making their way out of the Ministry. If they were going to discuss this, he wanted to keep it as quiet as he possibly could. Constant vigilance, right?
Entering the familiar atmosphere of the Leaky, Harry waved to Tom before following Dean to one of the tables, choosing one that didn't have any other patrons sitting in close proximity.