Having Draco sat across from him, engaged for the first time in hours, really proved more distracting than Harry had anticipated. What Draco had asked of him wasn’t unreasonable, or for that matter confusing; it was simply hard to maintain a firm grasp of elusive pains and symptoms.<br/>Not knowing how else to proceed, Harry instead took the time to push his inkwell closer to the edge of the table, better within Draco’s reach.<br/>From there, his hand found his face, pushing beneath the frame of his glasses to rub at his eye, trying to find the vocabulary to answer Draco’s question.<br/>“These two,” he said, still blinded by his own fidgeting. Harry’s free hand thrummed onto the open files which Draco’s initial complaint had been about. “Vertigo.”<br/>He dropped his hand from his eyes, blinking Draco back into focus, the whites of his eye flushed with irritation. His hand instead cupped his jaw, propping his head up.<br/>One of the two files coincided with a case Harry himself had marked as being of interest. It was only a few years old, and the context was still fresh in Harry’s mind, recently having gone through the material himself.<br/>“This one felt like being knocked off a broom,” Harry instead started, picking up the other file jacket, a case Harry had dismissed. “Like free falling.”<br/>It wasn’t an uncommon ward, Harry having previously encountered curses that would leave their victims feel like they were continuously falling through thin air and unable to detach themselves, risking injury when and if released from the loop; with a team of Aurors present, Harry had mostly suffered from the lingering effects, feeling seasick for days thereafter.<br/>“This other I have, too,” he said, covering the rest of the material with that file. His eyes returned onto the Healer’s annotations, rightfully marking down a symptom as vertigo.<br/>Harry paused, trying to verbalize why that was different than the other.<br/>“I guess it was like being pulled through the floor,” he said tentatively, not sure if that was any real distinction between that and falling. “As if the floor disappeared, but you never actually got to fall anywhere.”<br/>Harry’s eyes returned onto Draco, needing to see if he was making any sense. Vertigo was still a sufficient way to describe it, the sinking feeling a common denominator. He repeated himself, nodding slightly, “Like something tried pulling me to the basement by my throat, yeah.”