There was so much he wanted to say and so much he wanted to do, but Ioan settled for cupping her head in his hands, his fingers running through her dark hair, just holding her. It would never be enough, he thought. He felt like a drowning man being given his first breath of air. Speechless was an understatement and it would never cease to amaze Ioan that he could be such, except around Romilda. Something about her rendered him devoid of his usual swagger and bravado. His eloquence, if it could be called that.
"I missed you too," he finally managed. "You have no idea. It...to not be able to touch you or...god." Ioan shook his head. "Remind me to send Hermione Granger a huge thank you present. It won't even come close, but I am so going to."
And that was enough talking, because Romilda was here and she remembered! How long had it been since he kissed her last? The fact that he couldn't remember sent a trickle of ice down his spine and he pulled her face to his, joining their mouths fiercely.