It was easy to spot her, and Harry felt like time had slowed down as she approached. Merlin, he was so bloody old and she was so....beautiful. Not that she wasn't beautiful in his time too, he admitted, but he realized with a small pang that he'd been taking that for granted. Now, he'd been so consumed with preparing himself to see her with a gap of fifteen years that his perception was raw.
"Ginny," he said, softly, almost reverently, before taking a step to close the distance. He wanted to reach for her, but hesitation made him shuffle in place a moment, absently fixing his glasses, before he regained his composure. "You look great...I mean, you look like I remember, which is great. And you still look great in the future too," he added, hastily, just in case she'd take an implication from that. It was still his Ginny, though.. "I don't look too intimidating for a hug, do I?" he asked, sheepishly. "I feel ancient right now.."