Harry had to suppress an ill-timed laugh at that, a smile pulling at his lips instead. It was an expression of shared sympathy rather than of blame, knowing first-hand how quickly this had gotten out of hand. Harry couldn’t fault Malfoy for not having made any precise annotations of the magic’s placement a week ago; Harry hadn’t thought he’d be staying at the Manor more than a night or two.<br/>He took a moment to straighten his expression, though an air of leisure remained on his lips. It was only amplified by his relaxed posture, resting his right arm over the top edge of the chair back, the chain dangling down the side of it from where Harry held the medallion clasped in his hand.<br/>"But that’s bad, yeah?" he reiterated, no panic in his voice. His eyes remained on Malfoy with interest. "’Cause when you say its moving, its towards my heart?"