He hadn’t given her much thought, apart from the routine disappointment when she inevitably bested his son in every class. He hadn’t interacted with her since their one run in at Flourish and Blotts before her Second Year. Though he had gotten a glimpse of her coming out of the Black Lake during the Second Task in the Triwizard Tournament. She had borne a striking resemblance to a wet lap dog then, all hair and bones. 