Upon stepping into the foyer, Harry’s attention completely drifted. It wasn’t even a professional habit; it had barely crossed his mind whether or not Malfoy should be trusted. Harry was trying to pin memories onto the room as he glanced through it. He didn’t recognize the space, but still everything within him reeled in discomfort.<br/>Reluctantly, Harry’s eyes returned onto Malfoy. In the filtered daylight washing into the foyer Malfoy looked translucent, his skin no longer platinum as it had been in the sunlight. The request to defend his case made Harry’s heart rate quicken, inexplicably.<br/>"Because I don’t believe it’s an issue with my fireplace," Harry stated, aware of the simplicity of the argument. The last Auror he had tried explaining this to had certainly thought so, dismissing his concern as humility or disorientation. Harry didn’t tell Malfoy what he had told her, that he didn’t buy that anybody was looking to harm him; Malfoy, Harry was certain, would readily argue the contrary.<br/>He parted his lips, gathering his thoughts as he spoke them out loud. Nobody had yet to hear him out for this long.<br/>"Do you realize how many fireplaces are between the second floor and the foyer?"<br/>It wasn’t a question he needed answered, yet Harry paused as if he expected Malfoy to guess. His gaze became unfocused, a mental image of the building skimming across his consciousness. "There’s got to be hundreds. Above us’s the entire administrative staff, but everything below us’s still warded completely off from all possible things."<br/>Harry’s eyes had wandered along with his thoughts, and in an attempt to gather in the later, Harry met Malfoy’s eyeline head on. Part of him wondered if that was enough explanation; Malfoy had based his entire career on hypothesis. And this was barely half of it.<br/>Harry’s brows quirked, trying to read Malfoy’s reaction as he spoke. "I think the reason I didn’t tumble into an office across the hall’s that the same thing that blocked me from mine blocked me from those. I believe I was caught in a ward, and that the closest general fireplace for me to arrive to was hundred coordinates off, 6 floors down in the foyer."<br/>Finally, he paused, eyes still on Malfoy as silence settled between them. Falling into old habit's, Harry added a simple, "And then there's still the issue at Towthorpe."