Relax, right. Draco's grip tightened on the broom. He nearly expected something slimy to drop on his head at any minute. He understood tension. It was something that came all too easy for him, and it tended to show on his forehead, along with the set jaw, and his eyes, which seemed to change from soft gray to steel. He looked around at the busy shop, stepping forward to look at the displays. He had to admit, the shop was a goldmine.
His eyes moved over to the walls, and sure enough, there was Weasley, the twin that survived. He looked like he was scaling the wall to retrieve something. He exhaled, and then committed to staying. "It's bigger than I thought," he answered. He picked up a deck of cards for Exploding Snap, then set them back down, looking at the next rack. "I swear, who would want to vomit in mystery colors?" He frowned and moved along the rows of boxes. "I do like the fireworks."
His eyes were still on the twin, who seemed to have spotted them. His spine straightened, and his eyebrow arched. The test would surely come. He did almost wish that Molly Weasley was there, offering him food, and trying to make peace. That might be easier to deal with.