Harry hummed in confirmation, able to tell the content of the parcel both from its size and the way it creased in the middle, revealing a centre seam.<br/>Dissatisfied by the fact that Harry offered no trade, the owl nipped at his fingers when he tried to undo the lacing of the parcel, making him wince. Coote, helpfully, transfigured a plate of biscuits and uncooked bacon onto the windowsill. The owl chose its offering – the meat – and set off from the window in a single bat of her wings. As the plate once again disappeared, Harry was already unwrapping the brown paper.<br/>Once the paper was peeled back, the parcel fell apart into two cubical boxed, identically sized and decorated in Ministry burgundy. Harry let out a thoughtless sound of satisfaction as he flipped the boxes over, reading both archival numbers on their bottoms.<br/>"They’re the field mappings of the house," Harry explained, not needing to open the boxes to confirm it. Genuinely excited by the prospect, still too many unanswered questions about the house itself, Harry turned to rest the small of his back against the sill, the newest mapping in his hand.<br/>His eyes flickered towards Malfoy, if only in a courtesy, as he undid the clasp keeping the box closed. There were things on his mind, yet Harry didn’t know how to phrase them; in contrary to the work Malfoy was carrying out, Harry’s questions couldn’t be answered from any texts.<br/>So, Harry’s attention returned to the box without further comments. Flipping the top open, the box revealed a translucent glass ball the size of an orange; within it, was the silver suspension of the house at Towthorpe. Beneath the house was no signs of a newly revealed basement.<br/>"Oh, really?" Harry said, intrigued rather than disappointed. He raised it better at eyelevel, tilted as to look at the building’s foundation, no immediate signs of a trap door either.