Instinctively, Harry’s hand reached blindly for the cup he had only just summoned, the impulse being to yet again use that to test his spellwork. Suddenly struck with a sense of weariness, he reconsidered, withdrawing his hand and leaving the cup where he had left it.<br/>Stepping away from Draco’s desk, Harry’s eyes scanned the room, trying to place a less fragile object to practice with, having come to doubt his own capabilities.<br/>He turned Draco’s wand in his hand as he did, restless.<br/>Despite the time Harry had spent in the study, most objects remained unfamiliar to him; eventually, he settled on the spherical map of the house in Towthorpe, one of the only things in the room that were<span style="font-style: italic">Harry’s</span>.<br/>Despite being instructed to speak his spellwork out loud, Harry barely pronounced the<span style="font-style: italic">A</span>before he choked, a flash of pain making his breath catch. He flinched, both in pain and in the suppressed effort not to toss Draco’s wand to the floor at the risk of breaking. Not knowing what else to do, he shifted the wand to his left hand.<br/>The map, having lifted a foot, fell loudly back on the table before rolling to the wooden floor, the thud of the impact resonating through the room along with Harry’s curses.