Harry finally took a seat at the dinette, sinking slowly into the chair as Malfoy made a reference to the illustrated wards, his eyes darting to the globe in his hand. How easily Malfoy had returned to the subject was disarming.<br/>"Uh, dismantled," he reaffirmed, the pause in part occurring because it was a solid question to ask. "I have the Cursebreaker’s report, and their dismantling matches up with the number of wards observed on the map."<br/>That had been Szczepanski’s initial reaction too, the suspicion that those two reports would not match up. After a thorough comparison, Harry had found no discrepancies that suggested tampering with the scene. Not from their people, at least.<br/>"The first map is from a month ago, mind you. There’s no telling what wards were in place originally, but I think it’s safe to assume they’ve collapsed with age."<br/>Thoughtlessly, Harry leaned forward, hands on the table as he itched to once again get a hold of the maps; equally as mindlessly, he bared his palm upward. "If I was hit by a ward, it has managed to remain hidden through two mappings, and it hasn’t destabilized itself after firring enough for it to show."