As Draco realised that Potter was taking in his study, he finally put the quill away, finding that he wanted to see if he could see the room from a strangers eyes. It was a difficult thing to do, as his study was probably the room that Draco spent the most time in, but it didn’t seem like Potter was looking at it with anything but curiosity, so Draco tried desperately not to overthink it.<br/>After all, it wasn’t all that important whether or not Potter liked his study, even if they were both going to spend a lot of time there in the coming days.<br/>“I’m glad,” he said, refraining from giving into the urge of apologising for not having a healer on hand, before he realised that Potter was pleased about it. It was clear that he probably hadn’t managed to sleep a lot since leaving St. Mungos, so it made sense that just about any bed would do.<br/>“Yes, I wanted to map out possible ways we could go down, also depending on the results I get from the different tests I intend on running,” Draco stated, indicating at the notebook that was lying open, the quill resting next to it.<br/>Draco’s handwriting was tight and neat, written small and concise such that he would get the most out of every page. Despite this, he had more than one shelf dedicated to his filled out notebooks, not wanting to throw any of them away, just in case he would need something later on. Something else that was noticeable about the way that Draco took notes, was that he took his notes in french, having gotten into the habit years ago and having never managed to shake it.<br/>“I am going into this pretty blind, but I think I might have found the best place to start,” he added, running a hand through his hair, which was hanging loose around his face. Earlier, he had stuck his wand into it to hold his bun, but he had taken it out when he needed to use it and now it was resting on the table next to him.