It took a few moments for Eileen to recognize the young man who’d been walking behind her, but she managed to figure it out before he spoke. He was older, but those eyes, that nose, that hair - it was impossible to deny that this was her son. She felt chilled. He looked so... mature. He’d grown so much in seven years, there was so much she hadn’t had the chance to see... she felt as if she was going to cry, and bit her lip until the feeling started to fade.
Eileen clutched the flower book so tightly that her knuckles shone white. Ever since learning of his existence here on the island, she’d been longing to see her son, but now that the moment had come she found herself at a loss for words. “Severus,” she said weakly.
He looked so much like his father. She somehow had the feeling that he wouldn’t want to hear that, but it was true. Despite herself, despite knowing that this was her little boy, she felt intimidated.
Slowly, her relief at seeing him won over her initial intimidation. After all, she was a mother who’d been suddenly torn away from her son. And he was really the only person she knew on the island. It was nice to see a familiar face, even if it was an older one than she remembered.
Eileen took a few steps towards her son. Her first instinct was to hug him, but she held back. What if he didn’t want to see her? There were so many grudges he could have formed over the years, so many reasons she deserved his derision or dismissal. Nervously, she smiled, letting go of her book with one hand and using it to touch his shoulder. “I’m so glad to see you,” she said softly.