Once Malfoy let go of the medallion, Harry relaxed slightly in his seat. His eyes were downturned to the necklace in his hands, rested in his lap. By mere sight, there was no lock to see, and as he considered Malfoy’s question, Harry traced the egg of the pendant with his thumb, feeling for a seam where the two halves supposedly should meet.<br/>Harry found that there was very little on his mind when asked like that; every thought seemed muddled together, on top of one another.<br/>"I don’t know," he admitted, twisting the chain around his palm, before resuming the tactile search for a lock.<br/>Harry realized Malfoy was quizzing him, pressing for him to put thoughts into words like Harry usually did to him. It didn’t feel intrusive, and the breath Harry took was filled with a sense of familiarity, trying to put his thoughts in order.<br/>"There’s so little to go on, that everything could justifiably be a lead."<br/>He continued to turn the medallion in his hand, the pad of his thumb now brushing against the decorative motive. "And yet I think Laura’s got a point in saying we’re wrongly taking things at face value."<br/>Harry’s eyes found Malfoy, looking for a shared sense of solidarity – or sympathy. Even the fact that he was looking for it made him smile, self-aware. "Which makes it hard to narrow anything down to something that’s manageable."