There was some relief in realizing the kitchen fireplace was connected to the Floo; somewhere in the pit of his stomach it resolved some of the tension Harry still carried regarding the formal Mantle room of the Manor, relieved that there were ways to avoid it, still.<br/>His eyes drifted, taking a moment to consider the order of proceedings, and whether or not the polite thing would be to wait for after breakfast.<br/>Harry eventually did stand, taking the bundle of letters with him. If Kreacher would be arsed to immediately send them off by owl, they would arrive to their respective office before the first round of internal mail traffic increased at 9 o’clock. Harry, however, figured it was best to plan for the contrary, budgeting for the fact Kreacher just didn’t enjoy him all that much.<br/>Pinching a portion of the powder, Harry chucked it into the fireplace, the flames turning green.<br/>"12 Grimmauld Place," he said, the address making the fire crackle in response.<br/>Unceremoniously, Harry tossed in the letters, too. He waited for the Network to disengage, the flames returning to red embers, before rubbing his fingers together to rid himself of the last lingering grains of the powder; it vanished at the friction with small green flicks of light.<br/>"Let’s see how that works out," Harry breathed, if only to say something to fill the space. His back was still turned to Malfoy as he spoke, gingerly closing the powder box.