Hermione had been expecting a simple day out, assumedly in London, a facial, a pedicure, a swim in the pool, maybe even a massage. She was incredibly mistaken. Narcissa had whisked them to France, to her own personal suite in the most exclusive wizarding spa in Europe. Everything was the highest level of luxury. She’d relaxed in a gorgeous milk and rose oil bath, whilst her face indulged in a 24 karat gold mask. This was followed by a gemino massage where the masseuse had performed the spell on their hands making her feel like there were four hands working on her body instead of the usual two. If that wasn’t enough there was the silk robes, fine champagne and delectable finger foods for lunch. They’d finished their day with a transforming, self renewing mani pedi, which would change depending on the attire of the wearer and would instantly repair all chips and breaks for eight weeks. Hermione’s were currently a subtle pink shade to match her simple dress and sandals. 