Potter leaned forward, taking hold of the papers before leaning back, unfolding them. His brow creased at what Draco knew he saw: a set of written instructions in what looked like ancient runes. Potter had always been shit at school and Draco knew he'd never taken ancient runes. Though a basic understanding of the runes was required during Auror training, Draco could probably count on one hand the number of times he'd seen Potter take the stuff seriously. Added to it, if Draco himself couldn't make sense of the runes, he knew Potter wouldn't be able to. Weasley sure as hell never would. Theo might.