The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, the French<span style="font-style: italic">merci</span>completely derailed any coherent train of thought; for a moment, his mind was pure static.<br/>It was such a little, non important detail to learn, finding that it changed nothing tangible to Harry, and yet it felt like detrimental knowledge.<br/>"And it worked," Harry said when his thoughts became tangible. His voice was halfway a question, mind reeling with the possible applications of such an approach to Occlumency.<br/>There was a toothy smile growing on his lips, suddenly having made sense of a long forgotten question. His ryes inadvertedly darted off to one side, through the wall towards where Harry had mapped out the mantle room to be. "It must have, you lied to them."<br/>Harry's eyes returned to Malfoy as he spoke, bright and impressed by the nerve and composure Malfoy had had that evening. He wasn't even sure Malfoy remembered it as vividly as Harry did.