_________<br/><br/>The workday was almost over, but Harry had only recently gotten a chance to devote some time and attention to flipping through old case files. Graciously, Draco hadn't instituted any staff meetings in the passing days. The pace with which the case progressed was quite frankly embarrasing, and Harry had yet little to show for their efforts. Despite everything possitive that had come from working uninterrupted from the Manor, Harry could feel that Robards had reallocated most of Harry's team to different cases while he was absent.<br/>Harry had been reading a year old case with great attention, knuckles holding his head up by the temples as he flipped through the material. Harry had reluctantly abandoned Towthorpe for now, and was instead reading up on magical contamination of a forest creek.<br/>"Hey Draco," he asked, eyes not leaving the papers in front of him. The name slipped past him without consideraton or any real intent, the lines of how formal or how familiar they allowed themselves to become having started to blur over the passing week. It had been days since Harry had thought of Draco with the distance a surname provided, and he didn't register the fact that it was the first time he had callen Draco by his given name; it didn't sound foreign to him, having otherwise used it often.<br/>"Do you have the medical journal from Whinlatter at hand? It might be labeled as -" Harry stalled having to flip back to the folder coverpage. He tilted his head slightly, before letting the cardboard slip from his fingers with a shuffle. "Uh, ADO eighteen thirteen."