Even as the spell worked, Draco still kept full focus on what he was doing; watching the bright, silvery threads that lit up the room as they made their way to the vial. It wasn’t something he could rush, knowing that he was going to have to take his time if he wanted to get a useful copy, yet he also didn’t want to keep Potter too long.<br/>Eventually though, Draco noticed a change in the strands, knowing that they were done soon. It was another huge relief, finding that the spell work was extremely exhausting, yet it was also with a sense of accomplishment that he managed to actually get it done.<br/>When the strands finally became thing enough that Draco was able to cut them off and seal off Potter’s wound with no scarring, he was bone tired. It was still highly satisfying to finally close the vial, knowing that he had something tangible to work with, even if his idea was going to end up being a dead end.<br/>A deep silence had fallen over the study, both of them aware of the gravity of Draco’s earlier request and just what it meant that Draco had needed this signature.<br/>“I’ll make Coote bring us some tea,” he stated, finally breaking the silence.