Draco hesitated. Stephen was right, it didn't make any sense. Where would he have learned that kind of magic? But he believed Daphne. Why would she make something like that up? He looked at Stephen, trying to see the truth in his eyes. His father was also a good actor. He'd convinced the Ministry to let him go, after all, twice. Draco wished he was better at reading people. Maybe he'd have to settle on just keeping an eye on him for now. "If you say so," he said eventually, through gritted teeth. "How's your cause going? You never sent that thing to Pansy, did you?"