The tent was enchanted larger, opening up ahead of them to a workspace with a cluttered central table, a few desks scattered around them. One was Paul’s own, furnished with active material; another was intended to be Potter’s, though it had remained empty and unused for months.<br/>With another gesture, Paul invited Malfoy to follow to the main table, multiple iterations of maps shimmering in glass orbs.<br/>“There are quite a few people who do,” Paul corrected, his voice steady despite the weight his words carried, not wanting to put Malfoy under any more pressure than necessary, but Paul would be remiss not to make the stakes clear to him. Malfoy was, at least partially, there due to higher powers, even more so than Potter.<br/>There were several parties following Malfoy’s work on the case, each with different degrees of optimism. Certainly, there were more people hoping for Malfoy’s failure than the opposite.<br/>Paul himself was not one of them. When he continued, his voice was not a challenge but an encouragement, a shadow of a smile at his lips.<br/>“We are all interested in finding that out, too.”