The starring was mutual it seemed. Good. That definitely meant that he wouldn't take offense to it. She didn't want him to take offense. Not yet. This was too good. Too surreal. She wanted it to remain that way for just a moment later. She just wanted to take him in. She had the strongest urge to reach out and run her hand along his jaw and up through his hair in a familiar move she'd done dozens of times when they were together. She ached to just lean a little closer and take a deep breath and refamiliarize herself with his scent, a scent she never truly forgot.
Merlin she wasn't going to cry. She wasn't! She couldn't. Not here, crouched in front of the WWW in the crowded walk way of Diagon Alley. She had to keep it together. Well as together as she was capable of. This was Alix. It had to be. He couldn't be anyone else. He was here and he was whole and he was just as perfect as he'd always been. He'd fixed her inkwell in a sweet gesture just like he'd have done all those years ago. And he was in front of her still. He hadn't fled yet. He wasn't screaming yet.
"I..." She bit her lips and worried it for a moment before releasing it and giving him a slow, shaky smile. "Alix. I... Yes." Merlin she couldn't even string two words together. She felt like a primary school girl with a crush. It was mortifying and invigorating all at once. She needed to do something though, move, talk, something. Her ankles and balls of her feet were starting to hurt from being crouched so long. Moving though wasn't high on her list of things she wanted to do. What if she stood up and he disappeared like a phantom? A wisp of a memory that never truly existed.
"You're here. Really here?" The end came out as a question though she hadn't meant it to. The hand clutched her bag closer to herself in an unconscious gesture, her eyes still completely glued on him. "I just, that is... Well I should probably, but, uh..." Her free hand reached out toward him, toward his face, and aborted part way through, hovering in front of her uncertainly.