"Uh…"
I peered at the paper. The mass of lines might have been anything from a skyscraper to a scene from The Little Mermaid.
"It's…" I trailed off.
"Chicago," Harry huffed, snatching the paper back. "It's a map of Chicago."
"Ah," I said, staring dubiously. "Of course."
He glared at me. I had to admit, it was a fairly impressive glare, but I had learned to distinguish when he meant it and when it was halfhearted.
"It's not that bad…" he said, glancing down.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Fine," he grumbled, crumpling the paper. "See if you can do better."