Over the course of the last several months, Harry had made an effort to follow the instructions Draco had given him, most importantly that of staying in confinement at the Manor. A firm believer that Draco was an expert in this field, Harry had willingly accommodated that. The first several weeks of his stay Harry had rescheduled obligations only to then cancel them indefinitely, maintaining that he was out of commission until further notice. As July crept to an end, Harry found that reality had finally caught up to him, finding that their results made it increasingly difficult to justify his stay.<br/>Eyes thoughtlessly turned to the side, Harry had been watching a bird trying to pick out a critter from between flaked tree barch. He had been picking at his spoon since Coote had served them their tea, flipping it irregularly between his fingers.<br/>“I have to go home soon,” he said. After a long deliberation, Harry believed honesty to be the best course of action.<br/>He finally dragged his eyes over at Draco. Uncertain if Draco had noticed now that they had separated their work spaces, but Harry had over the course of the past week been receiving increasingly desperate letters regarding his upcoming birthday, including from Hermione. “I have something I can’t postpone.”