"Move your body like a hairy troll, learning to rock and roll, spin around like a crazy elf, dancing by himself." I swung my hands in the air, dancing around the children as they sat at the table waiting for their breakfast. They were dancing to the beat of the music, copying my moves. "Boogie down like a unicorn, don't stop till the break of dawn. Put your hands up in the air, like an ogre, just don't care." As the beat picked up and the chorus of the song came in, Finn got up from his seat and started dancing with me. "Can you dance the Hippogriff, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, flyin' off from a cliff, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma. Swoopin' down to the ground, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, around and around, and around, and around, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma."

I caught sight of Ada looking at us in disbelief as she glared at the record player playing the music. So, I may have brought some of the good 'oldies' from my time to listen to - honestly though, I practically packed my whole room, how was I supposed to know I'd get stuck here?

"Go around like a scary ghost, spooking himself the most," I sang, swinging my arms in the air and pulling Finn closer as he laughed. "Shake your booty like a boggart in pain, again and again, and again. Get it on like an angry spectre, who's definitely out to get ya. Stamp your feet like a leprechaun, get it on, get it on." Mary and Katie got up and joined in dancing and I spun my way to Ada, grabbing her hands and getting her to dance with us as the chorus hit again.

"Can you dance the Hippogriff, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, flyin' off from a cliff, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma!" We all sang along with the chorus and I was surprised the children even know it. Even Matthew had joined us and he was normally a tough cookie to crack. "Swoopin' down to the ground, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, around and around, and around, and around, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, come on! Ooh, you gotta move it! Gotta move it like a creature ... Creature of the night! Yeah that's right! A creature of the night!" I hadn't seen them having this much fun in a long time. It felt like because a war was going on, we couldn't have fun, not while the men were out fighting for our country and our lives.

"Well do ya feel alright? Yeah, do ya feel alright?" There was a crazy instrumental part and we were all going crazy, bopping our heads to the music, swinging around wildly. I picked Thomas-J up from the pram and danced with him around the kitchen, his laughter fighting to become louder than the music. Ada was doing the same with Edward, swopping him down and lifting him in the air. "Can you dance the Hippogriff, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, flyin' off from a cliff, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma." I laughed along with Ada as our erratic dancing tried to drain all the energy from us. "Swoopin' down to the ground, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, around and around, and around, and around, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma."

Katie was clinging onto Finn as he spun her around and Mary had somehow gotten her hands on Voodoo and was dancing with him in her arms. Matthew was standing on one of the chairs, shaking his arms in the air, his head bobbing along with the music.

"C'mon! C'mon! Yeah, can you dance like a Hippogriff? Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"Whooo!" I called out, spinning Thomas-J one last time as the music ended. I glanced at Ada, who was breathing just as heavily as I was before we both burst out into giggles.

"That was ..." I glanced over to Newt, who was standing in the doorway, a lost and confused look on his face. "That was interesting," he finished, coming into the kitchen and helping Matthew down from the chair. "What was it?"

"Do The Hippogriff," I muttered, my breathing heavy as I tried to catch my breath. "You know, can you dance like a Hippogriff?"

"Hippogriff's don't dance," he said matter of factly. I rolled my eyes and settled Thomas-J back into his pram giving him the Ukrainian Ironbelly Newt had bought him.

"It's just a song, Newt," I told him, helping Katie get settled in her seat as I waved my wand and breakfast was served, toast appearing in the middle of the table with butter and jam.

"Who sings it? I've never heard it before." Well shit. Of course, he had to ask the one question I couldn't answer.

"Umm they're a French-English band," I muttered lying out of my arse. He wouldn't be able to find them even if he did go looking for them - they didn't exist yet. "Not very popular because of the rock."

"Do they have a name?"

"Oh my god, would you look at that, is that a Niffler?" I asked peering out in the garden to try and distract Newt.

"What? Where?"

Finn had taken an extreme liking to Newt.

I wasn't sure Polly was happy about it, especially when Newt encouraged Finn's help with the few magical creatures he'd managed to get into his suitcase. I think it was up to five, not including Gray, Rudy and Havoc.

They'd managed to get the Hippogriff in there after all - Newt seemed to know a lot about Hippogriffs' and I knew it had to do with his mother being a Hippogriff breeder. She must have taught him a few things as a child. I also had to wonder if she'd been the reason he had such an interest in magical creatures.

While Newt was at work he couldn't do much research and asked if he could leave the suitcase here and if I could do regular checks on his creatures. He'd gotten two Mooncalves, Hector and Sally - don't ask, I wasn't even sure where he got the names from - the Hippogriff Finn had named Klaus, and two more Bowtruckles, Birch and Holly - very original if you asked me.

I had no clue where he was finding these creatures and wondered if he was just taking them from the Ministry when he was going out of calls.

"You've got a letter from Tommy," Polly said as she came into the kitchen. She placed the letter on the kitchen table, resting it in front of me as I concentrated on the journal I was reading.

"Dada," Thomas-J mumbled, his head turning to look at Polly with his bright blue eyes.

"Did he ..." I whispered, placing down the journal as I looked at Ada as she let out a nervous giggle.

"He did," Polly said, frowning at the baby as he giggled in his pram.

"He must think the letters mean Dada," I suggested giving a small shrug to Ada as she looked at me in disbelief. "He hears Katie and Mary saying Dada all the time when they get a letter from John. It makes sense," I defended waiting for her to come up with something better.

Polly hummed before walking over to the pram and taking the framed photograph of Tommy from the shelf.

"Thomas-J," she cooed smiling down at him as he looked up at the call of his name, "Who's this?" she asked, showing him the photo.

"Dada!" he cried, clapping and reaching up for the frame.

"I've never called Tommy that!" I exclaimed as Ada turned to me with a smirk. Eww, get your head out of the gutter.

"There's got to be a reason he said it," Ada replied as if she didn't believe me.

"It was Mary," Finn announced coming in from the hall. "She thinks you named Thomas-J after his da."

"I did." Oh. The only Thomas she knew was her uncle. "I've caused a bit of a problem." I muttered once the realisation hit me. I glanced over at Thomas-J as he clung to the photograph of Tommy.

"You should write to him," Ada said all giddy as she tried to keep in her laughter.

"You're not funny, Ada," I cried reaching over the table trying to hit her.

"Pack it in, the both of you," Polly snapped, sparing Thomas-J one last glance before coming back to the table. She moved the letter Tommy sent until it was resting on my hands. "Read his letter, love, then you can decide what to do."

Sighing in defeat, I did as Polly ordered and opened the letter from Tommy, smiling at his opening sentence.

Dear Romy,

You've got me messed up. The way you make me feel makes me feel like a fucking pansy.

I ain't no good at writing how I feel. Arthur says I should take my arse out of my head, no, my head out of my arse.

If you can't tell by my writing, my hands are shaking.

I ... fuck ... err ... how did you admit so easily that you love me?

It's fucking hard.

I can't imagine having anyone but you in my life when I return home. I want you to wait for me, Andromeda. I want to see you when I come back worn and tired. I want to wrap you in my arms and hold you until I'm numb.

I want to cuddle Thomas-J and call him my son. I want you and I want him because I love you both.

I love you, Andromeda, with all my heart.

I love you because you know my soul.

Love, always and forever,

Tommy x

"Fucking hell," I muttered before everything went black.

I can't believe I passed out.

I can't believe Tommy loves me.

I can't believe that Thomas Fucking Shelby wants me to wait for him because he loves me.

I can't believe—

"Alright, we get it. You can't believe Tommy loves you," Ada snapped shoving me off the sofa as she grumbled under her breath.

"I can't believe I said all that out loud," I grumbled, rubbing my head where I must have hit it earlier. "How's Thomas-J?"

"He laughed when you passed out and fell off the chair."

It's nice to know someone found it entertaining.

"Newt walked in just as you fell off your chair. He found it funny too once he got over the shock."

"Did you all laugh at my expense?"

"No. Polly called you a fucking idiot and left you on the floor."

"How did I get in here then?" I asked, climbing back onto the sofa and taking a sip of the water let in a glass on the end table.

"Newt levitated you in," she said, dropping onto the sofa and giving me a sweet smile as she stared at me intently.

"What?"

"So, Tommy loves you." She squealed as she cuddled a pillow to her chest. "Oh this is perfect."

"Well, he says he loves me now, but he might change his mind when he comes home. What if he doesn't like me when I'm right in front of him? He might not even want Thomas-J. What if he wants to burn me at a stake for being a witch?"

I was being melodramatic, but we'd all come to accept that I had a bit of a dramatic flair when it came to things like this.

"You're being stupid. He's not going to burn you for being a witch, plus I think you'd be able to take him down before he'd even take one step towards you," she said, rising from the sofa and throwing the pillow at my face.

"Those can be your last words," I warned her, lifting the pillow up threateningly.

"Yeah? You'd miss me too much."

"I'm not sure I would!"