It was empty. Harry bravely resisted the urge to scream. He stalked over to the rickety kitchen table that doubled as a desk and threw himself into Tom’s usual chair in frustration. Tom was probably at work. Should Harry wait here for him? Or go back to the Manor? Maybe he could go pick Tom up at the Ministry. He ran his hands through his hair and tugged sharply, resting his elbows on the table, heedless of the papers littered across the desk, and let his head hang down in frustration. He needed to get this sorted out today or he’d go mad.