Harry hesitated, suddenly aware of why it had been so hard for his Healers to interpret the feeling. Draco wasn’t wrong; everything wrapped into a comprehensible sentence, it could be described as that, and yet it felt far too superficial.<br/>When it came to the wards developed during the war, there had been no oversight or regulation, making it hard to compare the effect to any protective wards Draco might know. They simply hadn’t been formalized by any Ministry standards, more lenient to develop wards that weren’t just protective but defensive. Harry barely knew the wards himself, only possessing a general idea of how to dismantle them.<br/>“Yeah,” he eventually said, but not entirely willingly. He had just come short in thinking of other ways to describe it, making him sound more convinced when he continued. “Yeah, I guess. It’s not wrong. Towthorpe was just -”<br/>Harry once again was at a loss for words. He didn’t know how to qualify the experience, knowing it wasn’t a matter of it being worse. He understood that that was why this distinction hadn’t been reflected in the medical entry, as vertigo not being a sensation that offered a quantifiable spectrum or distinction.<br/>His lips remained parted until he offered an unproductive, tentative, “- more, than Aberdeen.”