The invitation flustered Draco in a way that it really shouldn’t. It was his own home after all, so if he had wanted to sit in the first place, he could very well have done so. However, there was something in Potter’s tone that implored Draco to take the seat across from him, his hair hanging loose around his face, as he had forgotten his wand in his study.<br/>It was absolutely nerve wracking having to tell Potter what he had found out, but also pretty exciting. After all, there wasn’t a researcher on earth who didn’t enjoy being right in their hypothesis, almost no matter what kind of horror being right could possibly imply.<br/>In this particular case, it just opened up for a billion more questions for Draco, who had no idea how to answer those questions, but he felt that he at least had a place to start.<br/>There was no good way to break the news to Potter though, and Draco found himself desperately searching for the right words. Already, he was very ill-equipped to talk with other people about his research, but this really was something else entirely.<br/>“I was right,” he settled on, not sure if it was a great place to start, but he felt that that was the shortest way to tell Potter what he had found. “They are both definitely your signatures, but they do not match.”