Ok, so Stephen was pretty tall. He was used to towering over most people, so much so, in fact, that he barely noticed it any more. At least not until someone brought it up. It was all that farm living, his mother often teased. She claimed there was something about spending all day out in the field, helping with sheep and cows that caused you to shoot up like a bean sprout. "A gentleman never lies. Ah, I wouldn't say a dwarf," Stephen grinned good-naturedly, feeling his entire body relax now that he had actually met the mysterious woman he had been writing to. He hadn't even known that he had been nervous about it - it was hardly the sort of thing Stephen usually thought about but he supposed that it made sense.
"Maybe a hobbit," he paused, wondering if Padma would understand the reference. After all, he had no idea about her knowledge of the Muggle world. "Uh...they're these imaginary Muggle creatures that are really wee." He nodded, holding his hand low to indicate just how small the aforementioned creatures could be.
Stephen bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, feeling much more comfortable in his surroundings now that he had found Padma. "So, how's it going so far? Anything scandalous?" He looked about the room but clearly saw nothing but a lot of very neat witches and wizards talking. Book launches weren't exactly wild parties, he surmised.