Draco grinned. "There's that smile," he said, glancing apprehensively at the window at another lightning strike. After so many years, storms still made him nervous. "Looks good on you," he added, forcing himself to focus on her.
At least he wasn't in pieces on the floor. That, he considered a success. Sometimes Tamara could be scary, but at least he had managed to talk her down. And maybe... just maybe... everything would work out now that he knew the orb wasn't a dark prophecy after all.