It had to have been six or seven years since he had seen the man in person, and he had changed significantly. Not in appearance necessarily - he still had the same unbelievably messy black hair and vivid green eyes, though now crow's feet were beginning to crease their corners - no. It was more the energy his emitted - bright and happy. And that wasn’t to say that he had given off some aura of absolute misery before, but he had certainly seemed more subdued. He wasn’t even doing anything in particular, only talking and laughing with Oliver Wood, but his whole demeanour seemed to radiate contentment.