Harry didn't knock, he hardy ever bothered in this household any more, peering into the room and noticing the figure slumped in the chair. "Eward?" He called, unsure if the other was awake, but the ball of parchment at that moment flung at the fire told him otherwise. He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. "What's wrong with you? I hear you haven't been yourself..." He says, settling down on the arm of the opposite chair.