Harry nodded as Malfoy spoke. With the added information from the run-ins with the wards this week, Harry could see sense in his symptoms being different than those of his team; he didn’t think neither he nor Malfoy had any doubt that whatever magic they had encountered, it had latched to Harry exclusively.<br/>It was the mention of the word<span style="font-style: italic">catalyst </span>that made Harry frown, the first piece of information that made Malfoy’s statement hard to follow; what flashed across Harry’s expression wasn’t doubt but confusion. He shifted in his seat, eyes ducking to the papers in an attempt to trace that phrasing back to St. Mungo’s; in the back of his mind, he felt certain he hadn’t seen that in writing anywhere. But then again, Malfoy seemed to see things beyond what was written ink on paper.<br/>"I wasn’t the first to go in," he said. Despite the challenge of his phrasing, it leaned closer to a question. "Nor did I do anything when the spell struck."<br/>Harry’s eyes returned to Malfoy, wanting to learn even despite the furrows still between his brows. "How does that make me a catalyst?"