Harry shook his head at that, a vague dismissal of the offer. His attention had again drifted, careful to push the window open without reaching past the sill, not in the mood to trigger another ward.<br/>"Let’s wait see how this plays out," he said, gratitude somewhere in the ease of his voice. If it could be avoided, Harry would prefer not having to explain neither why he was corresponding from somewhere other than Grimmauld, or through a strange owl; especially if his signature had been compromised.<br/>It didn’t take long for the Tawny owl to appear at the window, Harry having to urge her in past the invisible point of contingency.<br/>"For administrative registration, any one there," he muttered to the owl, letting her nip the envelope from between his fingers. When Harry continued it was with the careful assumption that the signature would be delivered without any issue. "Wait there for a return packet."<br/>With that, the owl flew. Harry sat for a moment watching her go, only by the breeze realizing he had hardly stepped a foot outside since Monday evening.<br/>He inhaled, eyes returning to Malfoy as his chest still filled. On the exhale, he questioned an honest, "what now, then?"