Harry’s attention remained on Draco as he weighed his words. Crouched where he was, Draco was the only one in view, the blue light shining between them. The sight was strangely familiar, the way the uplit light coloured Draco’s hair turquoise and exagerated the paleness of his skin. Harry had frankly lost count of how many times they had repeated his exact spell on his chest.<br/>“We’re opening up,” he eventually stated. His voice was calm and the decision was made with some consideration, but it was inevitably marked by almost an entire year of no progress. His fingers itched to move forward.<br/>Shifting his weight, he peered under himself, gauging the length of the boards and the placements of the seams between them. His mind shifting gears, he thoughtlessly itched at the stubble on his jaw.<br/>“Is there a Healer on call?” he asked into the room, but did eventually glance over his shoulder at Buchannan, if only for a moment. His attention was almost immediately diverted back to Draco.<br/>“Besides you - I want you as a Cursebreaker on this, pay attention to the magic.”