Draco’s phrasing felt like a shallow attempt to soften the blow, doing nothing to soothe his growing feeling of frustration. After all, Draco might just as well have said<span style="font-style: italic">indefinitely</span>; maybe he should have, had he been more courteous.<br/>Exhausted already, Harry pushed his fingers beneath the rim of his lenses, rubbing against his eye sockets in an attempt to scratch an itch that wasn’t there. He had come out of his childhood without any real sense of claustrophobia, but the prospect of being locked up still struck something within him.<br/>“Right,” he exhaled, eventually letting his hands fall.<br/>He looked at Draco, blinking the world back into focus. While he didn’t attempt to argue, he was anything but pleased by the turn of events.<br/>“Starting immediately?” he asked. It had already been well into the afternoon when Harry had gotten up to join Draco by his desk, and with one thing and another, night had fallen around them.<br/>A joyless chuckle escaped him, not knowing how else to respond if not with bittersweet humour. “Are you sending me to bed without supper?”