A/N: Any challenges or competitions this has been entered in are listed at the bottom. This relates to my letter fic - Correspondences.
Butterflies
He hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. Kingsley had never anticipated her to write back, not after so many years.
They were adults now with careers, with hopes, dreams and wishes all so different to the ones they'd told each other in starchy uniforms long ago. His eyes rested on the stack of letters written in delicate violet ink, the swooping penship the same as he remembered from reading over Poppy's essays. When he first sent the owl, making contact after nearly six years of being out of touch, Kingsley had told himself every sensible reason why Poppy wouldn't reply - or if she did it would surely be busy. Instead it felt easy; being with Poppy had always felt like breathing.
His robes were smart, perhaps a bit too formal but it had been a long time since he had gone on a date.
That's what they were calling it.
As butterflies made him feel sixteen, Kingsley apparated outside of the Three Broomsticks and inhaled deeply, a broad smile on his face. The chill in Scotland was bracing but he had barely started to feel the chill when a voice called his name. Turning, Kingsley felt his smile widen.
"Poppy, you look beautiful."
"Well, it's quite nice to have an opportunity to change out of my Healer robes," she said with a slight laugh. Kingsley offered his arm to her and felt his heart skip a beat as she stretched up to kiss his cheek and instead wrapped him in a hug.
"It's wonderful to see you again, have you been waiting long?"
"Not at all, shall we go instead out of this wind? I think we've got a lot to catch up."
The butterflies in his stomach soared as she laughed again. Kingsley held the door open for Poppy, still smiling.
A/N: This has been entered in the 'Pairing the Character Challenge Week 6' as well as 'Lamia's Title Competition'.