Upon getting to see Malfoy process the information, Harry had to face the fact that magic was still very much present in his chest despite what the spell had or hadn’t indicated. The sheer look of professional curiosity on Malfoy’s face easily dismissed Harry’s fragile hope.<br/>Relaxing his posture, Harry leaned against his chair, shoulder to its wooden back. While his hands still held the medallion, they no longer remained in motion, as he watched Malfoy put his thoughts onto paper.<br/>"Oh, yeah?" he prompted plainly, though it was impossible to stop his curiosity from bleeding into his voice. While he tried to allow Malfoy his elbow room, Harry had a hard time keeping his quiet when only offered vague responses, interested in the thoughts so clearly racing through Malfoy’s mind.<br/>"Is it bad?"