As he opened the ornate wooden doors to the formal dining room, Draco took one last calming breath before stepping inside. His mother sat at one end of the table appearing radiant and calm. Draco couldn’t remember a time in recent memory that she seemed so at ease. The constant pinch to the skin around her eyes had disappeared, and the near frown on her lips was gone, replaced by a soft smile. Her eyes were a bright, shining blue– not unlike a bright summer sky. Her hair, dull and lifeless following the war, fell in soft waves around her face. The once nearly grey dull coloring had returned to the beautiful blonde he remembered from his childhood. 