The laughter sent Charles blood boiling. It was mockery. That, mixed with the concoction of alcohol and… the Veela-ness of it all was not a good combination and Charles could feel himself wanting to do much more than whatever this Veela was forcing him to do. Violent things.
Subsiding his anger with a deep exhale, Charles conceded; “Alright. You’re the half-Veela, I’m sure you know more about your own kind than I do.”
Once he mentioned the brothel, Phil quickly shot that down. Maybe it was just the half-Veela making Charles think this way. Electing to ignore the blatant disrespect Mr. Gallagher was showing the Ministry official, Charles decided to move on.
“You using your… whatever in Merlin’s name you call it, does not mean I am attracted to you. Assuredly you are not what I go f-” Hang on a minute.
Charles paused and stood up, surveying the place, his hand still across his chest – just incase.
“I’m not stupid. It’s my job to know these things,” He then turned on the balls of his feet, “are the Vampires you hold here registered with the Ministry?”
This half-Veela nonsense didn’t make much sense to the Squad Chief, and he couldn’t quite place his finger on why. Even if he wanted to place his finger on it; much like other things his gut was telling him to do but Charles knew – mostly – how to suppress them, especially in front of a Veela. Half-Veela’s typically weren’t as strong with their enamouring charms as full-Veela were. He was willing to dismiss it for now.
Leaning down, he grabbed the shot that had been poured for him and propped himself up on the stage, making himself at home and pouring another shot.
“I believe your… this theatre is doing nothing unruly but I’m sure you can appreciate, I have to cover every base, Mr. Gallagher.”
Subsiding his anger with a deep exhale, Charles conceded; “Alright. You’re the half-Veela, I’m sure you know more about your own kind than I do.”
Once he mentioned the brothel, Phil quickly shot that down. Maybe it was just the half-Veela making Charles think this way. Electing to ignore the blatant disrespect Mr. Gallagher was showing the Ministry official, Charles decided to move on.
“You using your… whatever in Merlin’s name you call it, does not mean I am attracted to you. Assuredly you are not what I go f-” Hang on a minute.
Charles paused and stood up, surveying the place, his hand still across his chest – just incase.
“I’m not stupid. It’s my job to know these things,” He then turned on the balls of his feet, “are the Vampires you hold here registered with the Ministry?”
This half-Veela nonsense didn’t make much sense to the Squad Chief, and he couldn’t quite place his finger on why. Even if he wanted to place his finger on it; much like other things his gut was telling him to do but Charles knew – mostly – how to suppress them, especially in front of a Veela. Half-Veela’s typically weren’t as strong with their enamouring charms as full-Veela were. He was willing to dismiss it for now.
Leaning down, he grabbed the shot that had been poured for him and propped himself up on the stage, making himself at home and pouring another shot.
“I believe your… this theatre is doing nothing unruly but I’m sure you can appreciate, I have to cover every base, Mr. Gallagher.”