"Ah, Miss Parkinson. Thank you for coming. You can have a seat and I'll be with you shortly." Professor Flitwick squeaked out. Harry felt his throat go dry as he watched the raven haired witch saunter past him and take a seat. She'd sure matured since he last saw her. He had never really noticed many girls since he'd been dating Ginny, but she'd broken things off a month into her seventh Year and Harry's do-over/eighth year.