Harry nodded. Despite Buchannan’s hesitations, he was satisfied with the assessments made by both Draco and Connor. Buchannan had offered no alternate approaches, and though Harry was certain he would present them if Harry pressed for them, they all seemed aware of Harry’s intent on following through on Draco’s gut feeling.<br/>“Alright,” he mused, a final little acceptance.<br/>Aware of the fact that physical dismantlings usually fell under the Auror’s charge, Harry thoughtlessly picked at the nail in the board, considering if the word was done more carefully if it was done manually.<br/>As he traced the seam between two boards, once again pressing at them to judge their state, Harry’s brow furrowed.<br/>Hovering his hand a few inches above the light, the shadow cast by his palm made the room flicker in and out of daylight, making the room wobble in a way that made Harry’s stomach lurch.<br/>He shifted his hand another few inches backward, out of the beam of light.<br/>“Connor, did you cast a<span style="font-style: italic">statis</span>already?” Harry asked.<br/>Harry’s voice must not have been entirely without infliction, because Connor seemed startled when she gave an answer, flustered at the insinuation that she would have broken protocol by using non-verbal spells in a team dismantling.<br/>“No, sir.”