Rumrunner

Part of Argus Filch was still Manacle: the inquisitor, the businessman, the terrifying figure that no one really wanted to get on the wrong side of. Part of him still craved the way illegal liqueur had tasted- so much better than even the most expensive wine. Part of him was still in love with that blue-eyed Italian girl. Part of him remained in the past, in a different place, in a whole different world from here. Part of him would never change.

Part of Argus Filch was still Manacle: the inquisitor, the businessman, the terrifying figure that no one really wanted to get on the wrong side of. Part of him still craved the way illegal liqueur had tasted- so much better than even the most expensive wine. Part of him was still in love with that blue-eyed Italian girl. Part of him remained in the past, in a different place, in a whole different world from here. Part of him would never change.

Part of Argus Filch was still Manacle: the inquisitor, the businessman, the terrifying figure that no one really wanted to get on the wrong side of. Part of him still craved the way illegal liqueur had tasted- so much better than even the most expensive wine. Part of him was still in love with that blue-eyed Italian girl. Part of him remained in the past, in a different place, in a whole different world from here. Part of him would never change.

Part of Argus Filch was still Manacle: the inquisitor, the businessman, the terrifying figure that no one really wanted to get on the wrong side of. Part of him still craved the way illegal liqueur had tasted- so much better than even the most expensive wine. Part of him was still in love with that blue-eyed Italian girl. Part of him remained in the past, in a different place, in a whole different world from here. Part of him would never change.

Young Argus Filch is caught in a compromising situation with a pretty girl in 1920s Detroit. Two gangsters have decided what to do with him, and after a meeting in a speakeasy, Argus steps into the criminal world.

Part of Argus Filch was still Manacle: the inquisitor, the businessman, the terrifying figure that no one really wanted to get on the wrong side of. Part of him still craved the way illegal liqueur had tasted- so much better than even the most expensive wine. Part of him was still in love with that blue-eyed Italian girl. Part of him remained in the past, in a different place, in a whole different world from here. Part of him would never change.

Part of Argus Filch was still Manacle: the inquisitor, the businessman, the terrifying figure that no one really wanted to get on the wrong side of. Part of him still craved the way illegal liqueur had tasted- so much better than even the most expensive wine. Part of him was still in love with that blue-eyed Italian girl. Part of him remained in the past, in a different place, in a whole different world from here. Part of him would never change.

Part of Argus Filch was still Manacle: the inquisitor, the businessman, the terrifying figure that no one really wanted to get on the wrong side of. Part of him still craved the way illegal liqueur had tasted- so much better than even the most expensive wine. Part of him was still in love with that blue-eyed Italian girl. Part of him remained in the past, in a different place, in a whole different world from here. Part of him would never change.

Argus Filch's life has spiraled out of control. When the young Squib got involved with the gangsters, it didn't seem like that big of a deal, but now someone's dead...

Argus Filch. 1920s. Gangsters and dolls. A wedding and the precursor to a funeral.