Malfoy was right in pointing that out; Harry wasn’t particularly interested in revisiting one of St. Mungo’s observation rooms. Warded so intensely they cancelled out sort of magic, Harry couldn’t imagine being stuck there for the time it would take staff there even how to begin diagnosing him. At least at the Manor, Harry was free to do with his time as he pleased, and, despite how much information had to be wrenched out of him, Malfoy seemed to know at least where and how to start looking for answers.<br/>At the mention of his wand Harry looked to the side as if he expected it to be within his sight; in reality, it still laid on his desk in Malfoy’s study. He knew perfectly well now delicate a bond there was between wand and wizard, and though there were some give and take in that interpretation, Harry perfectly able to remember his trip to Olivander’s as a child. The thought of his own wand rejecting an order and the possible misfiring that could cause did seem to have Harry realize the gravity of things.<br/>"Is that a thing?" he instead asked, looking for confirmation rather than doubting the statement.<br/>His attention returned onto Malfoy, the furrows of his expression having been smoothed over. He appeared satisfied with the information Malfoy had conveyed. "Are you able to say something about the state of my signature by how willingly my wand obeys me?"