Harry seemed humoured by the phrasing, interest piqued not as much by Malfoy had said but by what<span style="font-style: italic">it</span>was as of late. The way his smile grew with some delay made it apparent that Harry suspected that Malfoy was once again going on about his temperature but was too sheepish to admit it.<br/>Acknowledging the reply only with a shift of his eyebrows, Harry took a step to the side of Malfoy's desk, wanting to confirm that suspicion without having to circle back to such a exhausted topic. While the slight sidestep didn't entirely correct the scewed view of the writing, it was at the very least no longer upside down.<br/>Tipping his head, Harry was surprised to find that he couldn't make sense of Malfoy's handwritten notes even when facing somewhat right side up.<br/>It took him aback, his smile faltering for a moment as it dawned upon him that it was neither the angle nor the legibility of Malfoy's script.<br/>"Well, I can see why that might be hard," Harry replied, his voice airy with a laughed surprise.<br/>Taking his hands out of his pockets, Harry reached over to straighten out the nearest piece of scribbled parchment so that it better faced him, fingertips barely brushing against the paper. However invasive the act might have been, Harry felt reassured in doing so due to the simple fact that he couldn't read them, even if he applied himself.<br/>"What're you writing these in?" he asked, half assuming them to be in code; it didn't stop his gaze from skimming across the page.