Fall in Line || HP Crossover / Peaky Blinders - Thomas Shelby x OC

V

The morning came and Calliope was brought into the betting den and pushed down at the desk closest to Tommy's office with the books dropped in front of her. She looked down at them in confusion. "Thomas, I'm more of a performer than an accountant," She blanched.

Oh, she was great with numbers one had to be to do runic work but she hated sitting. She absolutely loathed being stationary.

"Arthur can't count for shite and John can't write anything legible to save his arse," Tommy lit up his third cigarette this morning since waking.

If he were counting, he would have said it was more than half his usual by eight in the morning. He was feeling more optimistic today and less stressed out even if it was a smidgeon of less. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, he was just going to run with it for the time being. See where it takes him.

Her words finally caught up to him.

"Performer, eh?" He eyed her. She met his sharp gaze.

"Put me in a golden get-up and pop me on a stage and I'll fucking shine," She said bluntly and with all the confidence in the world.

Tommy will admit he was intrigued now. He took a deep breath, another day perhaps.

"Just do the books. Polly wants to take you out for drinks later tonight." He turned away to go into his office but her dainty little hand on his made him freeze up.

"You're not joining us?" Her voice was softer.

"We boys aren't allowed," He smirked, bringing his cigarette to his lips and inhaling. "Why? You'll miss me?"

She scowled. "Get bent."

The betting den went deathly quiet just then. Tommy's eyes shined.

"Is that an offer, is it?"

She blushed.

Tommy barked a laugh. Bad enough he startled his family overly freely laughing with her but now his Blinders and gamblers of Small Heath just heard "The devil" of Birmingham laugh with a girl so angelic and soft-looking it felt like a joke gone sour.

He took another toke and pointed to the books, before he went into his office, and closed the door. Calliope scooted down her chair with a flaming face. Picking up a pencil, she flipped the book open, gaze flickering up to the room that was still quite silent. Everyone was staring at her.

Her eyes narrowed, flaring a green light like fresh sprouting grass and the men suddenly stopped looking at her. Someone came up behind her, she snatched their wrist before they could put their hand on her shoulder and flip them across her desk.

A toothpick clattered to the ground by her foot and a low groan came from the young man that now laid on his back.

"Ow. Fuck."

"Don't put your fucking hands on me!" She hissed.

Tommy ran out of his office just as several guns had clicked around the room. "Put your guns away!" He barked. "John, get off her desk!"

"How is she that strong!" The man- John rasped. "She flipped me o'er back! Like I was nutin'!"

Tommy turned to Calliope, grasping her chin. "You alright?" He asked. She nodded. He glared at John. "The fuck you coming up a woman's back like that for? At least give the girl a warning before you touch her."

John smiled at Calliope. "John Shelby, you must be an angel."

She sniffed, putting her nose in the air at him and without touching him, she used her magic to push him off her desk making him faceplant the floor so she could sit primly down in her chair.