“<span style="font-style: italic">Yes</span>,” fumbled Connor with an almost anxious surprise before Harry could even look down. There was an undeniable relief somewhere in her voice, conflicting emotions at the sudden ability to /see/ when she hadn’t been able to feel.<br/>When Harry’s eyes dipped to the floor, his stomach turned. It felt like almost a violent lurch forward, adrenaline surging with the awareness that this had suddenly become an active scene, and how the balance had suddenly tipped back to him and Laura as Aurors.<br/>“Stand back,” he warned everyone present, though his arm reached out in front of Draco, barring him in particular from stepping forward.<br/>Harry didn’t turn to look at Draco, hand dropping before he recognized he had raised it, subconsciously weary of how the day had progressed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Buchannan and Connor step aside for Laura, making Harry once again crouch down.<br/>Shifting closer to the hutch, Harry saw the dusting of Buchannan’s spell seep through the cracks in the flooring, the shift of wind and magic breaking the surface tension.<br/>“Has anything else changed?” Harry asked, glancing up at Buchannan for answers. “Do another scan of the area.”<br/>With some delay, Harry’s attention returned to Draco, mind reeling as his gaze struggled to linger on any fixed feature. “You, too - what’s the read of the room?”