________<br/><br/>Harry had finished his requests within the hour; one fairly straight forward to St. Mungo’s, the other considerably more substantial to Aziz at the office. The latter had returned a letter plainly saying You owe me a pint, something Harry had considered to have been a reasonable trade off for the effort he had asked of Aziz.<br/>He and Malfoy had subsequently shared a lunch. As was becoming habitual for their interactions, it was a quiet affair but not unpleasant by any means. Just as expectedly was Malfoy retreating to the study to resume his work; Harry, finding that he had no work nor interest in resuming Kreacher’s choice of novel, had stayed behind in the kitchen, restlessly awaiting the files he had requested; but at least doing so where his fidgeting wouldn’t be a bother to Malfoy’s work.<br/>The fire had lit green earlier than expected, and it couldn’t have been much past four before a matching green box fell out and onto the skirting tile. Upon notifying Robards of his stay at the Manor, Harry had taken to use the Floo for direct correspondence to cut out deadtime, and as he stood to collect the parcel from St. Mungo’s, Harry wished he would have decided that earlier.<br/>Despite containing Harry’s full medical history, the box wasn’t much bigger than a shoe box. Harry had taken Malfoy’s word literally, intent on corralling as much relevant material; nothing seemed more relevant in describing his exposure to volatile magic than this.<br/>A few moments after its arrival, Harry knocked on the door to the study, box in arms. Through nothing but a coincidence, this time, Harry waited for an answer to enter.