While Draco wasn’t really that good at reading people anymore, knowing it to be a tool that needed honing and he hadn’t really had the opportunity to do so, he could still tell that something was up with Potter. It seemed like the other man was incapable of sitting still for as much as a second, constantly needing to do something to keep himself occupied or he would otherwise stop completely.<br/>It was as pathetic was it was endearing and yet Draco couldn’t help but take pity in the man.<br/>After all, Potter was completely out of anything that he knew, and Draco couldn’t help but feel that it was his fault somehow. Even if he hadn’t actually made Potter this way, it was his desire to fix it that meant that Potter was stuck at the manor.<br/>Keeping his attention on his spell, not wanting to mess it up now that he had gotten it going, Draco grabbed a medallion from the table nearby, only to hand it directly to Potter.<br/>“Can you find the lock on this for me?” Draco requested, knowing full well that the medallion was cursed to be completely impossible to open to anyone, except the person who cast the curse.