Malfoy responded so offhandedly - if not disinterestedly - to a question Harry had asked it jape that it took Harry a heartbeat to even hear the notion of progress being woven into the answer. It made his expression change, the sheer sense of intrigue easily managing to shake the last lingering lull of sleep.<br/>"Really?" he questioned, but not before Malfoy urged him to eat. It derailed Harry’s train of thought, making him blink; food had suddenly become the last thing on his mind. Enough so that Harry abandoned the cup to his side, instead putting on his glasses back on.<br/>"Yesterday’s was perfect," Harry spoke into the room, suddenly uncapable of thinking beyond the simplest answer to the question. His eyes were once again on Malfoy, mind once again stalling before he added a barely present: "Thanks, Coote."<br/>Harry leaned forward over the lip of the table, eyes dipping to the upside-down script of his medical journal. Once again, he found himself looking for answers he hadn’t been able to find himself; this was entirely different, though, Malfoy’s small little comment hinting at the fact that, maybe, there<span style="font-style: italic">was </span>something to be found. It had Harry’s mind reeling with interest. "Care to share?"