"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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Inside his childhood home, Thomas Shelby was making sure he looked his best. It was almost time for him to leave and meet with Imogen, the young woman filling his dreams all night, it was quite nice, he was a little surprised by it though. Dreaming that she was his wife, his hand resting on her swollen belly feeling a light kick. He even dreamt of their wedding her wearing a long white dress, a smile on her plump pink lips. The dreams were sweet, and if anything it made him more determined to have her as his.
Fixing his cuffs on his suit, Tommy walked down the stairs, stepping into the kitchen to see his family. His Aunt Pol was reading the paper, as Ada was feeding little Finn, Arthur and John were both still trying to wake up. Polly Gray looked up from the paper seeing her nephew already dressed for the day, the boy throwing on his coat, not joining his family for breakfast. "Where are you going at this time?" Polly asked him, a raised brow aimed in his direction.
"Out," he answered, placing his peaky cap atop his head.
"Why?" She questioned.
Tommy sighed before looking back. "I'm making friends." He said, before walking out, avoiding anymore questions, and not wanting to be late.
Over in Imogen's home, the young witch was quick to drink a pepper up potion, wanting to be very awake for her walk with Tommy, she was excited, so excited that she didn't think about what she had put on, her coat was open allowing the people of Small Heath to see her dressed in pants. Many were startled at the young woman wearing such clothing, that Imogen could not care. It was easier. She only just remembered how to get to the Garrison, but she made it the exact same time as Tommy, the two meeting at the door.
"Interesting choice of clothing?" He said smirking.
Imogen blushed. "Well, I thought since we would be walking it would be much easier to move around in pants, plus heels can be very painful you know." She giggled, her raven hair held up in a bun, with two strands on either side of her face. "I could always go back and change." She said turning to do that by Tommy's hand shot out to pull her in the opposite direction.
"No need," he said as the pair walked down the cobble street.
"So Mister Shelby, what fun things are there to do in Small Heath?" She asked as she spun walking backwards, her arms behind her back. A smile on her face.
Tommy chuckled, making sure that no one was in her way as she continued to walk backwards, and quite amazingly to. "Well, there is the cut," he said. "When you're a young one you tend to jump right in, only on the warm days of course." He said to her.
"Hmm, we will have to do it when it is warmer then." Imogen said as she spun back facing the front once more. "What about horses?" She asked.
Tommy looked to her, and a genuine smile grew on his face. "Wild ones, or the tamed?"
"The wild ones of course." She said grinning. "I've always been told by my family that any man who falls for me, were going to have to live with my wild ways. I was too much of a free mare, running with the wind in my hair." She laughed.
Tommy nodded his head. "Well then I should get used to it." He said, and Imogen's cheeks went bright red, turning her head away from the chuckling man, Tommy took her hand once more and pulled her along. "Don't hide those red cheeks from me, makes me feel brilliant that I can get a blush on your cheeks," he whispered into her ear. Imogen giggling as she looked up at him bashfully.
What neither of the two realised was that the whole Shelby clan were right behind them, following the two. "Aunt Pol, who is she?" Ada asked as they peeked at the pair.
"I'm not sure." Polly whispered. "Arthur, John, I want you two to continue to follow them, make sure nothing happens, Ada, you and I are going to see if we can find anything out about the girl with Tommy." With their orders, the fours split, Finn of course going with Polly and Ada.
Arthur and John continued to follow the pair, only watching as the two would laugh and chat about anything, Tommy telling her stories. At some point they had stopped Imogen waiting outside a small café as Tommy bought them drinks. Humming softly, Imogen waited for Tommy's brothers to walk past.
"Hello Arthur, hello John." She greeted the pair, who halted in their place. Her glowing green eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Sorry love we aren't..." Arthur started just as Tommy walked out of the café, two cups of tea in his hands. "Fuck." Arthur muttered seeing the blazing eyes of Thomas Shelby, and he was pissed.
"What the hell are you two doing?" He asked them.
"Just walking by." John answered, a very unsure answer.
Imogen giggled as she approached the pair. "Hello, I'm Imogen Solace, a new resident of Small Heath, it is a pleasure to meet you both." She said holding her hand out for them to shake.
Arthur going first shook her hand. "Arthur Shelby."
John went next. "John Shelby, it's nice to meet you."
"Now that you've met, you can leave." Tommy said handing Imogen her cup. The young woman thanking him as she started to warm up. Arthur and John both nodded before scurrying away, leaving Tommy and Imogen alone once more. "I'm sorry about that." Tommy said to Imogen as she sipped her drink.
"It's fine, it was quite entertaining actually," Imogen said as she started to walk away, surprised they had cups that allowed them to leave, take away cups to be precise. "They've been following us since the start of our walk, you may want to get them up to date on how to follow people with out getting caught." She laughed as she skipped away, Tommy blinked in surprise before shaking his head and following after the beautiful woman.
