Harry made a face at that, not knowing how to respond to that. He had yet to experience the full pallette of out-of-office wards, annoyed at the sudden, summarized annoyance of being at Malfoy Manor and not at home.<br/>"It’s fine," he replied on an exhale, edging out of his seat at the table, wand in hand.<br/>Even having seen where the letter landed, it was immediately lost to the amount of stuff crammed into the room. He made no attempts to<span style="font-style: italic">accio </span>the letter back, instead approaching the general direction in which it had landed; it took him a moment to find it, having slid off the book and wedged itself between two piles. With more intention, Harry looked over the envelope, turning it in his hand. It was, in fact, addressed to him.<br/>The third time Harry tapped the tip of his wand to the seal, the paper ignited in his hand.<br/>Out of startled instincts, Harry dropped the ablaze paper, but the envelope had already turned to ashes, disappearing in the air far before it hit the floor.<br/>"Is this room particularly warded?" he asked, too much bite in his voice for something that wasn’t inherently Malfoy’s fault. His eyes were to his fingertips, dark with soot but not blistered; he brushed them against his pantleg when he looked at Malfoy, searching for an explanation.