Dean glanced once more around the garden behind him, not remembering the last one he saw that large. Sure, his mum had kept one neat and tidy in the backyard at home, but it no where near the length of the MacDougal's own, that's for sure. Of course, that wasn't something he would tell his mum though. She took great pride in every bit of plant that she grew in the soil. A part of him wished that he was better in Herbology just to help her out once in a while, since no one else in the family seemed to take an interest. His step-father had commented on how well everything had grown, but that was about it. Sadly, Dean wasn't good in all that gardening stuff, so it was best to keep out of it, unless he wanted to be yelled at for messing up one thing or another.
A voice had been clearly heard on his side of the door once the knock had taken place. He straightened up his back and turned his head to either side to catch where Morag had hidden herself. Even though they hadn't heard each other's voice in quite a while, there was no doubt in Dean's mind that it belonged to that lovely, former Ravenclaw. It was a voice that he would never dream of forgetting. That was also a sign that he had arrived right on time. Tardiness was not permitted in his mind, especially meeting up with a girl. Of course, it may be obvious, but Dean had always presented himself as a gentleman. Some of his actions might have been a bit carried away, which did include helping one of the opposite gender through the door even if the action wasn't particularly wanted. He also took great pride that he didn't treat women as sex objects, like a fellow member of Morag's own house back within Hogwarts.
"Huh?" he spoken in a question like tone. Morag had been short, but she hid easily behind the pumpkin with ease that Dean hadn't had the time to catch a simple glimpse of her. There was probably only enough time for her to notice that he was there, especially since he had been preoccupired with how good the garden appeared and with his height advantage as well. To be honest, the height difference never bothered him, so Dean was thankful that the same went for her as well.
As his head glanced in the direction of the pumpkin, Dean slowly smiled as Morag stood up on her tip toes to lean over the large vegetable. "There you are," he replied and took the rest of the steps towards her, placing his hands on the pumpkin as well. "I didn't see you there. Hello, Morag MacDougal. I hope you're doing well this morning and that I didn't keep you waiting." The search for her cottage had been a longer than he had anticipated, but tried his hardest to not be a minute late. Early was definitely good, except if Morag was still sound asleep in her bed. In that case, he might have gotten lost in the garden with the gnomes.