Harry’s attention remained on Laura, but soon came to the realization that her words had not been meant as a discouragement, but a forewarning. It stifled the air of the room, even despite the wonderfully concise recommendations Draco spoke; after all, he was the only one in the room who hadn’t been present when the scene Towthorpe had had to be shut down.<br/>His eyes finally dragging away from his team, Harry wearily glanced towards the seemingly insignificant spot marked on the floor.<br/>Eventually deciding that no objections had actually been made, Harry took another few steps towards it, paying attention to the give of the floor as he approached. Although decrepit, the flooring didn’t feel hollow, and Harry hummed an absentminded acknowledgement to Draco.<br/>Somewhere behind them, he could tell Laura had edged past Connor and Buchannan, approaching the area herself.<br/>“What do you make of it, Buck?” Harry asked, if only to keep Buchannan engaged, sending him a glance as he crouched, an odd foot away from the light.<br/>Buchannan looked on edge, lips parted but hesitant to speak. Harry saw the objection on his lips, but also soon saw the dullness of exhausted acceptance wash over his features.<br/>“I think it’s rash,” he eventually commented, but there was little fight in his voice. “Frankly.”<br/>“Is there anything else we can learn before opening it up?” Harry asked, this time directing himself to Draco.