Professor Horace Slughorn, although much younger in this time than he had been in hers, was a portly fellow with perpetually red cheeks. She found him both an annoying and a somewhat endearing reminder of her sixth year, remembering how he'd complimented her prowess. It had been a novelty, finally being praised for her hard work in Potions after five years of being berated for being an insufferable know-it-all.