Even going to bed early and sleeping in, Harry had found it difficult to pass the time. He had been struck with the same feeling of purposelessness as when he had first arrived at the Manor, the room well equipped but without a functional workspace. Coote had graciously allowed him access to his mail as it arrived throughout the day, but Harry had abandoned any hope of writing any correspondence, no available surface to write on besides the bedside tables.<br/>He had eventually settled back in bed, shoulders propped up against the headboard starting the third book he was just as unlikely to finish as the two preceding it. Of course, the context had changed. It had crossed Harry’s mind that he might finally finish it out of sheer lack of viable entertainment.<br/>Frankly, he was surprised when the nock to the door was followed by the turn of the door handle.<br/>He assumed that had to mark the first 24 hours, though Harry had probably expected Draco to check up on him through a charmed view through the door, like they tended to do at St. Mungo's. It was enough of a surprise that Harry lowered his book to his lap, head tilting towards Draco as he awaited judgement, eyes bright with interest at the first real engagement he had received in a day.