"What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!"
- Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 29
"If you want to know what a man's like, take a go...
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A year had passed, Imogen had thankfully been taken in by a family who absolutely adored her, cherished her like their own, she had even taken their last name of Solace. She was now Imogen Lillian Solace, adopted daughter of Marcus Gerogery and Marlena Josephine Solace. Marcus and Marlena had always wished to have a daughter, after having theirs two sons, who they cherished with all their heart of course, but they longed for a girl, they had even gone to many an orphanage to adopt, though they were sadly never the right fit. And they hated that they couldn't find someone who they could love, and because of that they always made sure they sponsored the children's homes.
But when they had met Imogen, they fell in love with the young adult, taking her in straight away, learning everything they could about her.
At eighteen years of age, Imogen became well known in London, she was selfless in her ways, helping those who were sick, sad, alone, and wishing for change in their lives, and here she would come, like an angel. Marcus though was always cautious of Imogen was doing, knowing some men were not as gentlemanly. So he had taken to going with her, working together.
"Papa, do you think I could start my own store, create my potions to help other, like in tea form?" She asked Marcus, the older man beaming as he heard her calling him papa.
"I don't see why not my dear, you do have the funds to start the business." He chuckled; Imogen beamed in response as she rushed to her nine year old brother Lucian, excited to tell him that she would be beginning her own business. Lucian adored his older sister, he loved her so much that the nine year old once threatened to beat the living hell out of another boy who spoke disgustingly of her. In his mind it was his job, even as a younger brother, that he had too protect to her with everything he had. She would always be protected by him.
And as for their littlest brother, Elijah, he was always happy when he was with Imogen, the older girl was a ray of light in his eyes, always spoiling him, giving him little treats that only a two year old could eat, and the best of all, the magic. Over the year Merlin had taught Imogen how to use her druid magic, when she would perform a spell Lucian and Elijah were always enraptured by her skill.
She was an Enchantress after all.
When her store was finally up and running she had become a well known healer, helping everyone she could. And as the business boomed, so did the locations her store would be built in.
And when she was twenty she moved to Small Heath, Birmingham. Something in her magic told her to go there, and so with a tearful goodbye to her family, promising to write and see Lucian off to his first year at Hogwarts. When she stepped off the train, she heard the soft sounds of the rain hitting the buildings roof. Thankfully the young woman had covered herself in a heavy jacket to keep the cold air off her, Imogen walked out into the rain, smiling as the water droplets slid down her face.
She had finally grown into her figure, after being a stick her teenage years, Imogen had grown to have curves, decent sized breasts, long slender legs, her raven hair hung around her in soft ringlets down to her waist, pouty lips, deep emerald eyes, and she finally, as Death would say, had meat on her bones. She had laughed when he said that to her, the deity smirking as she laughed.
Imogen's heels lightly clicked on the wet ground, she was excited to start a new chapter in her life, learn a new story as it unfolded around her. She couldn't wait to see what this new place had in store for her. Imogen giggled as she walked down towards a local pub, she was still a little lost when it came to finding her way, the girl never having understood just exactly where she needed to go, and it was getting late. She might have magic and knows how to fight but she needed to get to her shop and fast. She hated being out this late and she would be damned to be a damsel in distress.
Hastening her steps Imogen finally walked into The Garrison seeing so many lively men, drinking away, and a sad thought popped into her mind, World War One would soon be upon them. Death was excited for it, she was not. So many lives were going to be gone from the world, and it broke her heart. Shaking her head she made her way over to the gentleman behind the bar, the man cleaning a glass. "Excuse me?" She asked, her Surrey accent still strong till this day.
"Hello love, what can I get for you?" The man asked her, smiling at the beautiful woman.
"I was wondering if I could get some directions, I'm a little lost you see and I've always been bad at reading maps," she said not taking note of the young gentleman of twenty-four drinking Irish whiskey, his striking blue eyes watching her from side on, she was beautiful, gorgeous even. He listened as she asked for directions Harry giving her the directions, but she just looked confused.
"Thank you. Could I get a glass of water before I go please?" She asked Harry. The man nodded his head as he walked off to get her glass. Imogen sighed, defeated. "I'm so stupid, how can I not know where to go." She huffed, a pout on her lips.
Tommy took his chance. "I can show you the way." He offered finally catching her attention.
When her emerald eyes landed on his sapphire blue eyes, she felt a small blush appear on her cheeks. "Would you? I really don't want to be a bother." She said to him.
"It's not a bother at all love," he said, his deep Brummie accent causing something to stir in her belly. Like butterflies. She had never felt that before, never in her damn life had she felt butterflies. Her and Death would be having a talk soon.
"Please, I would be ever so grateful." She said smiling as Harry placed the glass of water in front of her. "Thank you ever so much." She said smiling.
Harry nodded, before leaving her with the devil himself.
"I'm Thomas Shelby, but everyone calls me Tommy," he said to her.
"I'm Imogen Solace. Pleasure to meet you Tommy." She introduced, holding her hand out for him to shake, instead Tommy lifted her hand and kissed the back, making her blush brighten more.
And it was this day that two lost souls found their way back to the one they lost long ago.
