Harry deflated a bit, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. He re-lit the candles with a spell. "No," he said, his voice soft. "We're fine. It was nasty out and all, but I had some work to do. Mouse kept me safe."
The dog wagged his tail again, and then trotted over to the fireplace to curl up.
"I take it Wayne Manor held up to the storm alright?"