The overwhelming sense of pride he felt having given valuable input felt a little silly, even to Harry, but it didn’t stop a warmth from blooming in his chest. He really wasn’t sure why that need existed in him, distinctly different from what he recalled from childhood where it wasn’t a matter of being good but<span style="font-style: italic">better </span>than Malfoy. Now it was more a matter of being able to prove he could keep up.<br/>Trying to suppress a smile Harry, too, took a drink, allowing Malfoy to mull it over in his own pace. Harry himself was already growing too restless to handle scorching hot liquid, and he leaned forward to place the cup back onto the table.<br/>"I know there’s still more case files than medical journals," he eventually had to retract, hands once again on the quill. "I don’t know how accessible it’s going to be in practice, but we can chat a bit about the case we handled before Towthorpe, if you’d find that helpful."