Harry hummed. Though he wasn’t paying great attention to what Draco was telling him, he figured it made sense. The objects had been kept in secure custody for a year precisely because the Ministry had eventually decided it was a waste of resources to try and figure them out, let alone dismantle them. Harry had never had high hopes for Draco being able to make any more sense of them, but it was clear that Draco was holding himself to impossibly high standards.<br/>More pressingly, Harry shifted his hold on Draco’s hair, freeing one hand entirely to smooth over the hairs at the nape of Draco’s neck. The touch was gentle and repetitive, careful to get every fine, blonde hair.<br/>“They were found in a workspace,” Harry mused as he resumed the braid, the first free hanging link. “I think the assumption has been that it's all one person.”