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There's a smile on Kingsley's lips as he steps into his home, holding a bag filled with their favorite foods. Since the battle ended the week before, it seems to be nonstop going and going. They've asked him to lead, and he's been thrust into the world of politics during such a vulnerable time. Poppy, meanwhile, has been splitting her time between the hospital wing and St. Mungo's. Today is the first time they've managed to both be home at the same time. He's glad to finally have some much-needed alone time with his girlfriend.

She's waiting for him in the living room, holding out a beer. Kingsley raises his brows curiously. Poppy usually insists that he waits until after dinner to drink. "Do I want to ask?"

Poppy laughs softly, offering him a smile that's almost sheepish. "I think it's best that you just see it," she says.

Kingsley takes a deep drink of the bitter before following her into the living room. It takes only a second to figure out that he needs something much stronger. His curtains, which had been worn out and smelled heavily of dust, have been replaced, and he can't call the change an upgrade. Hot pink lace is trimmed with a pastel purple, horribly juxtaposed against the soft tan walls.

Kingsley laughs and shakes his head. "It's astounding that you managed to find something so bloody terrible." He pauses, pursing his lips. "Actually, that word doesn't do it justice."

With an eye roll, Poppy wraps her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Some of us are terrible at cosmetic charms," she murmurs. "They were supposed to be blue."

He can't help but smile. The curtains are awful, but it doesn't matter. It's such a sweet gesture, and he loves her for it. "Come on," he says, lifting the bag. "Dinner is served."

Poppy pulls away, still all smiles as she takes the bag and leads him to the dining room, the table already set.

It feels like an eternity since they've spent time alone together. Nothing can ruin this night, not even hideous curtains.