____________________<br/><br/>Wednesday marked the first full week at the Manor, and Harry had grown tired of corresponding by mail. He had spent the morning in the kitchen, talking to his immediate team on his cellphone, needing to speak considerations out loud. Nor for the first time, he felt grateful at his insistence to institute a carry-your-bloody-cell policy throughout his team.<br/>While work with Malfoy had become perfectly pleasant and productive, Harry had needed the input from someone better aware of DMLE standard protocols and possible archival leads. He had spent the majority of the morning talking to his Auror Constable Szczepanski, who was carrying out the task of fieldmapping Towthorpe in his absence.<br/>She had offered some feedback in return, above all peeved that Harry plainly had refused to explain his whereabouts. After a moment of consideration, she had offered to request the archived log from the Cursebreaker’s wand, wanting to confirm that the detection spells he had listed on the report matched to the ones cast.<br/>Harry had thanked her, reminded her to stay out of the house when she and her team returned on sight, before hanging up and drawing back to the study, mind reeling with new possibilities and angles.<br/>Thrumming a three tone knock with his knuckles, Harry opened the door to the study.<br/>"Have you considered the possibility that whatever we’re looking for might have been planted?" Harry said, barely a foot inside the door. His eyes were brightly on Malfoy, a spark of either worry or renewed interest in the case visible in his eye. "Recently, I mean."