"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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"Imogen?" Tommy questions as he kisses his wife awake, he had to leave early that morning, and he was afraid of what he had learnt. Danny Whizz-bang had killed an Italian man. Now Tommy had to deal with it.
"Tommy?" Imogen whispers waking from her sleep. "What's wrong?" She asks, her emerald eyes were confused as she saw the worry in his eyes.
"It's Danny, and I need your help." He said simply, and Imogen was wide awake then. Nodding her head Tommy quickly explains what has happened. And Imogen knowing Fred and George Weasley had a trick or two up her sleeve.
Tommy and Imogen were now escorting Danny Whizz Bang. Tommy, Imogen, and Danny come down to the tow path a hundred yards from where the two Italian men were standing. Tommy is wearing his cap and a long black coat; Imogen was dressed in a long black dress with her own coat covering it. Tommy speaks with grim seriousness. Danny removes his hat and twirls it in his hand.
"Danny, as you know, the man you killed was Italian. And those two men down there are his brothers." Tommy says to Danny.
Danny, filled with terrible remorse, glances in their direction. They glare murder at him. "Now if we let the Italians do this they'll cut off your manhood and let you drain. That's how those bastards do things." Imogen whispers gently to Danny who listens before he takes a breath, stares ahead. The factories bang and hiss.
"So, to stop a war breaking out between us and the Italians, and to save you from their barbarity, I said I would dispatch you myself." Tommy says to the man and Danny nods, already expecting this. "They are here to witness." Tommy offers Danny a cigarette and he takes it with shaking hands. Tommy lights his cigarette. Danny takes a big draw.
"I died over there anyway Tommy. I left my fucking brains in the mud." Danny mutters, and Imogen places a consoling hand on the mans shoulder.
"Yeah. You have any last requests, comrade?" Tommy asks the man.
Danny takes a heavy breath. "Imogen you'll look out for my Rosie and my boys." He says turning to face Imogen. Imogen smiles and nods as Tommy does the same as he smokes. "See they get apprenticeships. At the BSA factory or the Austen. They'll make foremen. I know they will. Just ordinary. Just ordinary men. And they won't get told to do that shit, that shit, that shit we got told to do."
Imogen nods gently. Danny peers at Tommy now with tears in his eyes. "I suppose I ought to pray now."
Tommy looks away. The black coal barge is getting closer. "Those fucking guns blew God right out of my head." Danny says as he bows his head and fights tears. He hears the squelching tread of the horse approaching. "Is that boat for me?"
Tommy nods, "we have to get your body out of the city. This new copper, you know..."
Danny nods as he twists his fingers now. "Don't bury me anywhere where there's mud. Ok? Promise me. Bury me on a hill. And tell Rosie where."
