"I don’t get Botox." Blaise chuckles. He lowers his voice. "But I’ll put you onto my magi-beautician, she’s fabulous." He waves a hand. "Not that you need it. You still look like a model Beauxbatons student. Positively teenaged." Draco rolls his eyes, but Blaise’s smile is fond and soft. "Especially now you’ve had a good rest. And a proper shag."