Though Harry understood that Malfoy needed his quiet cooperation, Harry soon realized his mind hadn’t been in a position to sit and shush. As soon as the both of them settled into the spell, Harry realized Malfoy had failed to specify how long thing would take other than long. It immediately made Harry incredibly restless, both in body and mind.<br/>He sat pensively for a good while, going over his conversation with Szczepanski, eyes remaining towards the clutter forming on his desk.<br/>"I don’t think she’s right," Harry muttered, voice barely loud enough to be heard; it barely seemed conscious that he had said it out loud.<br/>Harry had, however, and intentionally. His eyes darted to Malfoy, his attention clearly elsewhere as his lips kept forming the incantation.<br/>Harry’s eyes lingered there for a moment before looking away, straightening his posture minutely.<br/>"Laura. I don’t think it was Cursebreaker interference," he elaborated, a fraction louder this time. His mind was considering far more things than he said out loud, but it came down to the fact that Harry hadn’t thought the tampering with his Floo had been sabotage either. "She’s right in asking, though; we should really consider every lead."