Hello My Old Heart

He smiled warily, and stared at the women before him. They'd lost contact during the years and seeing her now, bottle of red wine in one hand wearing boxers with little rainbows on them and a mismatched tank top and the ever-present scar he himself had given her all those years ago cut down her face, was almost like a stab to the gut. Metamorphmagus or not, she had changed, aged.