Looking the man up and down, a strange sensation stirred in Charles stomach. It was a sensation he had experienced a total of three times in his entire life.
The first was when he was on an assignment a few years ago and a Veela decided to get involved.
The second was when he first laid his eyes on Emmeline Woodcroft. Like a Shakespearean poem or… something (Charles wasn’t one for reading), butterflies ran around his stomach and his knees trembled.
The third was right now.
Now, Charles could deduce one of two things at this point because it was clear as day this guy wasn’t Emmeline. Either he was a Veela, which was impossible seeing as Veela were female only or Charles had homosexual tendencies that he had buried deep within his subconscious, never felt before, never acted on, and did not even know existed until this very point. Which, realistically, was as impossible – if not more – than Mr. Gallagher being a Veela.
Coughing a little and swallowing, looking rather uncomfortably at the beautifully chiselled jaw that sat on the face of what looked like one of the most beautiful … – Charles shook his head a little. He couldn’t be thinking like this. He probably had just eaten something funny.
“I, erm,” Charles looked around the room as if trying to look anywhere but this man – whilst making it look as though he was looking for something, “Mr. Caulfield,” Charles turned back to the man and held out a hand, “Squad Chief for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”
He didn’t answer the question. In truth, he kind of forgot the man had asked anything.
The first was when he was on an assignment a few years ago and a Veela decided to get involved.
The second was when he first laid his eyes on Emmeline Woodcroft. Like a Shakespearean poem or… something (Charles wasn’t one for reading), butterflies ran around his stomach and his knees trembled.
The third was right now.
Now, Charles could deduce one of two things at this point because it was clear as day this guy wasn’t Emmeline. Either he was a Veela, which was impossible seeing as Veela were female only or Charles had homosexual tendencies that he had buried deep within his subconscious, never felt before, never acted on, and did not even know existed until this very point. Which, realistically, was as impossible – if not more – than Mr. Gallagher being a Veela.
Coughing a little and swallowing, looking rather uncomfortably at the beautifully chiselled jaw that sat on the face of what looked like one of the most beautiful … – Charles shook his head a little. He couldn’t be thinking like this. He probably had just eaten something funny.
“I, erm,” Charles looked around the room as if trying to look anywhere but this man – whilst making it look as though he was looking for something, “Mr. Caulfield,” Charles turned back to the man and held out a hand, “Squad Chief for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”
He didn’t answer the question. In truth, he kind of forgot the man had asked anything.