Draco had lost track of time, as he did so often when he got to work, that the sudden knock on the door to his study startled him. How Potter had even managed to find his study in the first place, the manor resembling more of a maze these days, was a mystery to Draco, but he decided not to question it.<br/>“It’s not locked,” he stated, keeping his eyes on the notebook he was frantically making notes in. His notes were still messy, Draco having not been able to get down anything really coherent just yet, but he knew that it was a part of his process and once he got to rewrite his notes, he would probably be able to make more connections.<br/>He briefly glanced at the clock on the wall and realised that several hours had past since Coote had brought him a sandwich, which he had only half eaten. He was too caught up in the work that he wanted to do, having a great many thoughts on how to approach this subject, but completely unable to figure out the best way to start.<br/>“Is the room to your liking?” Draco asked, figuring that the question probably was stupid, seeing as Potter hadn’t left said room for as many hours as Draco had been working, but it seemed like the polite thing to ask.