Hussy? Whore? Sympathy wench? She hadn't seen him in years and his personality was altered. Everyone said so. She felt her stomach tighten as she walked slowly along the gravel path. She was too much on display. He might think she was throwing herself at him on this first, most auspicious of meetings. She wasn't entirely opposed to that idea, having built up this notion of him in her brain that was already threatening to make him into something of an addiction. But Neville's warning about Harry not liking to be touched rang loudly in her ears. She had to be mindful of that.