Charles didn't particularly care for the level of amusement currently being exhibited by his conversation partner, he probably wasn't laughing at him but Charles was the sort of person who jumped first to the conclusion that he was the object of derision before considering alternative avenues. "If it were so easy to selectively deter such creatures I highly doubt the Ministry would have allowed vampires and hags free roam. Veela are a despicable lot but they're rarely responsible for the death of humans, at least not directly, anyway." He could imagine some idiots allowed themselves to be lured to their deaths like lemmings off cliffs in the hot-blooded pursuit of an enthralling veela presenting a full charm offense. He didn't think this was a common occurrence though, possibly due to the diminutive size of the veela population.

"The real problem are the supposedly domesticated ones, the veela who find some vulnerable moron to coerce into marriage. That's how they infiltrate society. That one who nearly pecked your eyes out is proof of that." It was one thing to have one's way with a veela (as if he'd have the upper hand in such a situation!) but another entirely to marry one! His children wouldn't even be human, his life would be a lie, he might be the envy of every man while his chicken wife was in the room but the moment her aura of seduction was elsewhere, they'd think him a fool. He couldn't be the only one who thought the quidditch player, Mohr, was intellectually bereft. "You're lucky that one already found herself a host, you might've found yourself a newlywed this morning otherwise."

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