She considered him for a moment. She hadn't seen him in over a year. Ron was wrong, he certainly was not ferret-faced any longer. His features were sharp in how they carved his face but he resembled a Greek sculpture more than any pointy mustelid. They'd never had a pleasant interaction. She knew Harry was growing fond of him. Ginny, too, by the looks of it. He'd been getting along with everyone else, was a good sport about plenty of teasing, joined into the celebratory spirit, and had been exuding a charisma that kept him the center of lively circles while waiting for his matches with Ginny. She could try being nice.