Harry’s eyes darted up at Draco, less with alarm and more with unabashed interest, suddenly finding him so closely within reach. There was something greatly thrilling about discoveries, an undeniable proof of progress, and even more sharing it with Draco.<br/>After months of treading waters, Harry could almost laugh.<br/>“Buck,” Harry called when Draco wasn’t able to identify the sensation, and the immediate sound of creaking boards behind him proved that Buchannan had already been intending on approaching.<br/>Harry’s hand continued to move to and fro the light, before finally coming to a halt above it.<br/>“It’s a breeze, isn’t it?” Harry asked Draco, his voice almost surprised with the mundanity of the statement.<br/>Draco’s blanket dismissal gave Harry the impression that his mind was going in entirely different directions; as Harry’s gaze flickered across Draco’s features, he realized Draco was worried.<br/>“Here, hands off,” Buchannan warned, making Harry crane his neck upwards with surprise, almost toppling over at he shifted his weight back, hands onto his knees.<br/>Casting the same spell Buchannan had used to detect rifts in Draco’s wards, months ago, a fine dusting of powder appeared on the floor in front of them, the particles twinkling bright blue in the light. Somewhere outside of Harry’s field of vision, either Connor or Laura had shut the rotten curtains, leaving them in blue twilight to watch as each particle slowly sank to the floor, no motion in the air to disturb them.<br/>“There’s no motion there -” Buchannan started.<br/>“No,<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>,” Harry interrupted, insisting only because Draco had felt it too. He waved, a motion to invite Buchannan onto the floor.