When Draco’s spell once again illuminated the area blue, Harry no longer needed Buchanna’s input, already decided.<br/>“Right,” he stated, under his breath but entirely matter-of-factly. It suddenly was no longer up for discussion. His hand fell to his wand, idly tied to his flank.<br/>He crouched back down.<br/>“Let’s open it up - Laura.”<br/>There was a buzz going through his veins, a tremble of anticipation, tightly wound with both excitement and worry. Rarely did Harry go into things this blindly, no matter how rash his coworkers thought him to be, and with everything else he had come to learn about the house, there was no telling what they’d find.<br/>Eyes wandering, he saw Laura edge past Buchannan, wand drawn as she steadied herself by the hatch. When she offered him a nod, Harry’s attention returned to the blue light shimmering a few feet in front of him, eyes only briefly flickering to Draco, a split second recollection of the ban on magic he had been issued. With a flash of regret, Harry shifted his wand to his left hand, tip facing inward before turning his wrist in the motion of the spell with his empty right hand.<br/>“Alohomora.”