He held her gaze for a moment, not needing to utilize Legilimency to read her expression. For as intimately as she knew him, he knew her just as well. Nodding once, he released her and she took a half step back. Raising his wand, he muttered an incantation, and his snake-like appearance melted away. Hermione appraised him with a hungry grin. He had aged well.  Appearing to be no more than forty years old, his skin was clear; olive in hue, and entirely wrinkle-free. Thick, brown curls covered his head and a stray curl flopped over his forehead in a way that Hermione found made him look as if he was merely an editorial photograph come to life. Elegant bone structure paired with a (very cute, in her opinion — not that she would tell him that, lest he cursed her) button nose gave him a rather aristocratic air. His eyes — the only thing that hadn’t changed — almost glowed in their ruby-red colour as he observed her. 