"No one looks good in their passport photo," Ernie had said when Draco showed it to him eight years ago, the day after it arrived through the Muggle post. He’d needed it for a trip to Paris, back when the Wixen Health Board had the bright idea to send all of its Healers to Muggle conferences to glean insight from their technology and alternative medical practices. It was there Draco learned Muggle doctors don’t wear white coats outside of their clinics. The odd looks he’d received on his first day in that crowded and stuffy exhibition hall as he tried hard to blend in had been a difficult and embarrassing lesson in endurance.