Ronia had opted against a dress for once, London was just too breezy for anything but a full-length skirt when it came to dresses, and she didn't like hindering her own movements that way, so jeans and a scoop neck it was. She'd gotten a haircut since the last time she'd seen him, not a whole lot, just enough to take it from her mid-back to just past her shoulders in a fan of layers.
At that particular moment it was pulled up into a high ponytail to keep it out of her way, as usual she wobbled, just slightly, upon landing from the portkey, but she shook herself out of it easily enough, beaming when she saw him, "Starting to look like you belong here."