The silence that fell over the Grand Hall was deafening. The sound of Bartholomew stepping forward to accept the gift resonated against the stone walls; even the sound of the silk bundle exchanging hands seemed uncomfortably loud.<br/>When Minerva turned around to return to her place by Harry's side, she looked mortified, pale with sheer helpless anger. Harry himself must have looked more startled than anything.<br/>"Would that be all?" The King's voice, though not raised, was loud enough to make Harry blink. The sound of a speaking voice had quickly become foreign, after what had felt like an excrutiating silence.<br/>It was only at that, that his frustration finally caught up with Harry. He momentarily clenched his teeth, hard, before answering.  His voice was as polite as he could muster, though no smile showed in his expression. "Yes, your Majesty."<br/>"The Kingdom thanks you for your generosity," Lucius answered, restrained. The carefully chosen expression of gratitude made Minerva shift her stance out of sheer annoyance; Harry himself stayed put, unfazed.<br/>Finally, Harry regained enough control to conjure at least a small smile, for then to bow for he royal family. "It is my pleasure."