Harry shook his head no. The only meeting set in stone usual weekly management meeting and that was still up in the air, Harry attentive to Robards’s order not to contact him without any results. As the pace of their work became apparent, no answers seeming to come, Harry wondered if the Head Auror would reconsider that imposed radio silence.<br/>"Now’s perfect," he said, happy to hear that it was another tentative diagnostic spell. While Harry had no expectations to it being to diagnose a source, it would hopefully specify the gravity of the situation.<br/>With a glance that had become second nature in the matter of 7 days, Harry’s eyes darted to the cascade of blond hair falling over Malfoy’s shoulders, finding it equally striking each time.<br/>"Do you want me to sit?" he offered, not immediately understanding what Malfoy considered to be<span style="font-style: italic">a while</span>. His eyes returned to Malfoy’s, reengaged.