A/N

This is very fluffy. Possibly will get more mature in content. I wanted to write something that showed the nervousness and expectation one gets when meeting with your crush after a long time. (Not that I had a LDR with a foreign person or anything *wink wink* ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) Anyway I'm going for a build up. If I get reviews I may just continue, but until now I shall leave it as is.

Dear Newt,

Congratulations on the overwhelming success in the publication of your book. Myself and Queenie were delighted to learn that it reached its 10th week in the best seller list in England; we are not, of course, surprised by this news. I do believe that you owe me considerable thanks for its title, but I am satisfied to wait until your arrival in New York to hear it.

Things here are good, thank you. MACUSA are still pursuing leads regarding Grindelwald's escape, but there have been relatively few major incidents to complain of in the past month. Our friend at the bakery has been very busy with orders for Bowtruckle buns, Queenie tells me.

After your meeting with the American Publishers, please send word via Patronus, so that I may collect you from our pre-arranged location.

I wish you and your suitcase a safe passage.

Yours, Tina Goldstein.

A crooked smile crossed the face of Newt Scamander as he reread the last line of the letter. Himself and the American witch had been corresponding a great deal over the past year since they parted at the dock. Life in his childhood cottage had felt increasingly isolated and uninteresting since his adventures in the United States. Yet he had not suffered- as the rest of the magical community in Britain had- by the growing sense of foreboding and suspicion amongst fellow wizards. Newt felt that he had rather enough to do, with the completion of his manuscript and the care of his creatures, to worry about a danger that had not yet arrived. Nevertheless, the familiarity of Tina's handwriting had brought him comfort in those solitary evenings. The simple words 'Yours, Tina', had drifted across his imagination over the past weeks, and especially as he lay staring at the ceiling in the ship's cabin at night. The chilly ocean breeze of the Atlantic bit his already pink cheeks, and finally, he tucked the parchment back into his inner pocket.

"We're almost there, Pickett." Newt said quietly, a thrill of excitement surging through him as the Statue of Liberty came into view on the horizon. "Won't be long."

"Tina, how lovely to see you. I trust you received my patronus."

"Newt...yes," the witch smiled as she strode up to meet him, "your Basset Hound was very sweet."

A small green twig peered it's head around the blue lapel of the wizard's coat. "Hi Pickett. Nice to see you too."

The two grinned at each other, a moment of unspoken affection passing between them as they stood on the familiar bridge at Central Park. Once bare trees were budding around them, the fresh spring air breathing life into the new leaves. Newt sheepishly looked down at his shoes, a curious expression hidden beneath the curly fringe of copper hair. Tina knew that they were both remembering their parting and his simple , yet tender gesture. Her heart thudded furiously in her chest and unconsciously she swept a strand of hair behind her ear.

"H-how are you?"

"I'm great Newt. Lets walk this way, I don't believe that you saw much of Central Park last time you visited."

"Yes, quite." Tina couldn't help but notice the mischievous smirk that played across Newt's lips. It was adorable, she thought, his voice was breathy and his freckled cheeks heated.

They fell into step beside each other. Feeling more aware of his body than he was used to, the Magizoologist gripped his suitcase and put his remaining hand into his pocket to stop it swinging awkwardly from his side. His good English manners had overruled the strong impulse he felt to reach out and entwine his fingers around those of Miss Goldstein as they walked. Truthfully, there were a number of scenarios he had run through in his mind. I shall have to be cautious with such thoughts around Queenie, he chastised privately.

"How was your meeting with the publishers?"

"I think it went well." Newt said distractedly, his fingers skimming over something in his pocket . "It was at Big Foot Books. They expressed a lot of interest, but they suggested that I present the format as a kind of adventure novel. They had some rather odd ideas actually."

"You didn't agree with them?"

"Not particularly. For one, they wanted to use me as some brave and heroic protagonist. " He cringed. "You should have seen the book covers they proposed. I managed to talk them down."

Tina laughed softly, knowing that he was far too modest to entertain the idea. He was all of those things to her; brave, smart and worthy of a book full of his adventures and discoveries. She knew however, that the purpose of his work was much more noble, and she swelled with pride at the thought. It had been a strange feeling at first to see and speak to each other after so long apart. Something that had troubled Tina was whether Newt would forget what they had felt and experienced together - the pain, the fear, the exhilaration. Perhaps those emotions would be dulled by a few thousand miles, Tina had thought, and perhaps she had misinterpreted Newt's desire to return.

All of these things were still rattling around in her head as they strolled beside the lake. Queenie had Jacob, and Tina had been left to nurture an ache in the pit of her stomach which had not existed prior to meeting Mr. Scamander. The butterflies in her stomach were unbearable. With an inconspicuous glance at the man beside her, she wondered whether he too felt the same uncomfortable sensation. The soft brow and creases surrounding those green eyes were knitted together in a troubled expression.

Newt paused at the side of the lake, watching as birds drifted along the water, disturbing the reflections of the witch and wizard stood on the bank.

"Hold out your hand Tina." He said softly, making prolonged eye contact with her for the first time. He saw her dark eyes widen in response and his heart gave a sudden and uncomfortable lurch. With all of the courage he could muster, he set down his case and slipped his hand underneath her outstretched palm. Tina's skin tingled with the contact, his

coarse fingers holding her hand as he reached into his pocket. Something, several things, filled her palm. Tina closed her hand around it- it was bird seed. Chuckling to herself, she watched Newt as the corners of his mouth twitched into a lopsided grin. Newt withdrew another handful of seed from his pocket, getting to his knees and offering it to the ducks that were quacking noisily, eager beaks grabbing the food from his palm.

"They may not be magical, but I do love ducks."

(A/N - The idea of Newt feeding ducks is so bloody cute uugh)