That's how she always signed her letters, xxx. Fred thought it was cute, she always said she missed him too much to waste her time on hugs. Fred wouldn't mind too much his arms were pleading for her presence in them.
She couldn't wait for the moment to jump in his arms and relive every x she had ever written to him. And from the stack of letters on his bedside table when he did get to see her again their lips would be glued together for about a week.
Fred smiled; he could definitely sacrifice a week to that.