He'd grown. But of course he had. He was taller than she remembered, his shoulders broader. He had filled out - though not in the same way that Harry or Ron had. He still had that slim Seekers build, with narrows hips and long legs. His hair was the same shade of white-blonde, though it was shorter than she remembered it being. It still looked impossibly soft and, for a brief moment, she wondered if it still was. She didn't bother trying to hold onto the shimmer of lust that moved through her, as it always had done in the past when she'd seen him. He was dressed casually - far more so than she ever remembered him doing before: muggle jeans and a jumper nearly as light as his hair. Both were likely outrageously expensive, like the chocolate brown leather boots he wore. She couldn't smell him, not at this distance and with the other, stronger scents drifting through the room. Probably for the best, if she were honest.