"Well. Certainly not drowning for once," he said looking toward the sky. "I can hardly set foot in London without encountering rain." Blaise didn't mind the rain but preferred the snow of Hogsmeade. "I sent holiday wishes, the usual sort of thing. Your absence was noted when similar greetings were not forthcoming. There were no expeditions being mounted to search for you, I assure you."
Blaise turned to open the door for a witch with an arm full of toddler. "I hope Slug and Jigger's sent you somewhere interesting." Malfoy didn't appear particularly tanned from the experience.