"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 was stood inside her potion room, Tommy beside her as he rested his head atop her shoulder, kissing her neck every so often. The two were watching Grace and Campbell, the two having met up once more. She was glaring at the vision before them, she hated the two before her, she was tempted to burn the both of them. But she had a little plan for Grace, and in time Campbell will get what was coming to him. She was very sure of that. Her glare disappeared as Tommy gripped her hips, catching her attention. "Stop that." She giggled, but Tommy blew softly on her neck.
The man having been very protective of the woman before him.
"Grace. I have new information." They hear Campbell state as he walks alongside Grace. "Thomas Shelby is now the beginning, the middle, and the end of your mission." He says to the blonde Irish woman.
"So, what shall I do?" Grace asks.
"It hurts me as much as it... As it would a father sending his own daughter into a whorehouse. But no matter how repugnant it may be, you must do everything you can to get close to him. And... Find out where those gun are hidden." He explains to the girl as Imogen glares at the image before her. "Of course, when I say everything, I don't mean..." he tries to back track.
"You underestimate me in every way." Grace whispers as she looks around the area, making sure no one sees them together.
"Here. You are now active on a military operation on behalf of the Crown. And I wish to God circumstance hadn't chosen you." Campbell says, handing the woman a gun.
"It's what I'm trained for. I'm late for my shift." Grace whispers leaving the auditorium.
"Grace, my heart is with you." Campbell states to the woman, and she turns leaving the man behind.
It was another day, when Imogen was sitting beside Tommy, the man kissing her as Grace stepped into the room. "Did you want whisky as well?" She asked the men before her, she completely ignored Imogen.
"No, just beer." Tommy answers as he shows leans over to his wife whispering in her ear.
"Why no whisky, Tom. You expecting trouble?" Arthur asked his brother, curious to what was happening.
"Jesus Christ, Tommy, what the hell made you let them sing? They sound like they're strangling cats out there." John joked, but he saw the look on Imogen's face and knew she was the reason behind it. Rolling his eyes at his sister-in-law, who instantly leaned over and playfully slapped his shoulder the men laughing at the sight.
"All right. Twenty's the play, come on." Arthur says to the boys, as he wraps his arm around Imogen.
"Coppers." John says as they see the lights of a vehicle reflect inside the room.
"No." Tommy responds. "I want you to stay in here my Queen." Tommy whispers to Imogen, the woman nodded her head in understanding.
"Come, Josephine, in my flying machine. Going up, she goes. Up she goes. Balance yourself like a bird on a beam. In the air she goes. There she goes..." That was all they could hear the people singing outside, as Imogen and Tommy knew that trouble was coming.
