She noticed her eyes first, the same golden brown they’d always been, but they were bloodshot, as if she’d spent the past hour crying. Her headache certainly confirmed that theory. Her freckles were brighter than usual, it must have been summertime and she’d certainly spent it out in the sun. There was a scar above her right eyebrow, a cut leading up to her hairline.  Almost like Harry’s. The thing she noticed the most was how much older she looked, either she’d aged a few years or had been forced to grow up even faster - maybe both. 