He was dastardly handsome, unnervingly so. Tall, a good head on her in height, lean, but undeniably solid. Her run into his chest had been evident of the muscles that hid beneath his fitted Slytherin robes. He had always been described as a slender, pointed face boy but that was far from accurate, as if to give him an unkind appearance as he was meant to be the  bully . In no way would she consider this man before her disagreeable. The planes of his face seemed to give him a haughty, aristocratic appearance, accentuated by his alabaster skin and the striking color of his eyes.