Harry saw the fight flicker across Draco’s expression, inevitably bringing a lopsided smile to Harry’s lips. He had expected it, precisely why he had felt the need to add the distinction, but it was a joy to watch, happy to find Draco not only willing but eager to participate.<br/>“Alright,” he accepted, finding Parker perfectly capable.<br/>Attention once again lowered to the light, fingers almost instinctively tracing the butt seam of two boards, the floor crumbling away with even the slightest pressure.<br/>“Any risk of this here being a reactive curse?” Harry asked, and though his eyes darted first to Draco, it was spoken to the room. Whatever Harry had in his chest was not particularly volatile, not once it lodged itself there.<br/>“Buck, Connor, any precautions we need to take?”<br/>“Not if it’s not trapped, no,” Connor answered, happy to be called upon. Her attention turned to Draco for his judgment, too, given it was his spell and finding. “Standard<span style="font-style: italic">stasis</span>on the area to brace any particles lifting should do it.”<br/>“Draco?” Harry encouraged with a nod, eyes still on the crumbling wood, privately agreeing with Connor’s assessment.