Draco had explained that he didn’t use magic anymore. That he had basically been under some kind of magical parole for fucked up shit he got caught up in when he was younger. John didn’t judge. Shit happens. Draco refused to show him any useful spells so John still had to do mundane shit like laundry and suffer through waxing appointments. John honestly sometimes forgot that Draco was technically a wizard unless Astor and Scorpius were around. Or when Draco met up with that fearsome brunette he knew from school and got rip roaring drunk with twice a year. It was just part of Draco’s past.