Oliver had grown since she'd last seen him. Even since the brief glimpse she got of him back in February before Draco dragged her away from Hogsmeade. Though he was still seated she could tell that he would one day be easily as tall as his father. His hair was getting long, threatening to cover up the eyes he got from his mother. Part of her was sad to see he was becoming more and more handsome. Soon, if he wasn't already, he would break many hearts in Hogwarts Castle and probably have his own crushed as well. When he saw her eyes opened and watching him, Oliver smiled, his dimples a perfect copy of Antonin's.