Ross listened patiently to Mr. Scamander. It was the sort of tentative argument he would have conjured when he was about twenty-five and relatively new to the Ministry bureaucracy. This was more or less what he'd expected, as Mr. Scamander was about twenty-five and relatively new to the Ministry bureaucracy. It was not a bad argument, either, and Ross nodded his way through it. Just because something was not definitive legislation did not make it bad.

"Well-reasoned, Mr. Scamander," Ross said, "A veela walking into this room could have significant - if temporary - control over Wizarding Britain, with only a little exertion on her part. But most of them live in the wilderness, and do not live here - it's when they enter society that there are problems."

And society was, to some extent, self policing.

"If we over-regulate we have another half-breed ban - over-reaching, and punishing children for the decisions of their parents," he continued, "If we under-regulate - well, we have women throwing fireballs in muggle London. So we do what we can."

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