With his eyes focused downward, she took the opportunity to observe his features. His hair was white-blonde, and it had grown longer over the summer months, so it fell in a disheveled fray across his forehead, mussed up from drinking heavily with his friends. His face, though thin, wasn’t as pointy as it used to be when they were children. His jaw and cheekbones had become more chiseled and defined. His light eyes seemed to stand out from the rest of his face, piercing whomever it was he was looking at with his gaze. He had obviously grown taller and filled out. Quidditch clearly served him well, as she could see his lean but muscular frame through his white button-up. Was it warm in here?