Charles swallowed.
Fuck. He hated Veela sometimes.
It wasn’t that he was prejudice, he just didn’t like not being in control and not being able to stop it and that was exactly what they stood for. Their very being relied on their ability to manipulate someone and twist them to do their bidding. They were like sexy Imperius curses with a body. You were helpless to them – except half-Veela. Though their powers still had some hold, at least Charles could hold back on whatever she was doing.
He could feel his body pulling itself toward her and the harder he resisted, the more difficult it became. He took a step back, his wand never-faltering in its aim.
“Just stop,” he said – bitterly, “and you thought you’d hide that from me and try to blackmail me with that knowledge?” He practically spat.
Charles would deal with her emotions after he got his message out loud and clear, “I have no intention of ruining anyone’s lives. That’s not what I do. But let’s say I did go and tell someone, and your little plan came to fruition – your staff, all half-breeds, I assume? – all corroborate with your story. And this… charm you had over yourself. A charm, right? Or a potion? Either way, there are counters to them both. Or, alternatively, I could simply have had Veritaserum administered to you. Or had a legilimens pry at your head in search of more answers. See what you are hiding. Then you would be in trouble.” At this point, he could feel himself wanting to do more than he was doing – not violent, not angrily… but passionately. He inhaled deeply and swallowed once again, adjusting his position before speaking firmly, “I want an apology,” Charles’ hand twisted around his wand firmly, his eyes unmoving from her inviting stare, “now.”
Fuck. He hated Veela sometimes.
It wasn’t that he was prejudice, he just didn’t like not being in control and not being able to stop it and that was exactly what they stood for. Their very being relied on their ability to manipulate someone and twist them to do their bidding. They were like sexy Imperius curses with a body. You were helpless to them – except half-Veela. Though their powers still had some hold, at least Charles could hold back on whatever she was doing.
He could feel his body pulling itself toward her and the harder he resisted, the more difficult it became. He took a step back, his wand never-faltering in its aim.
“Just stop,” he said – bitterly, “and you thought you’d hide that from me and try to blackmail me with that knowledge?” He practically spat.
Charles would deal with her emotions after he got his message out loud and clear, “I have no intention of ruining anyone’s lives. That’s not what I do. But let’s say I did go and tell someone, and your little plan came to fruition – your staff, all half-breeds, I assume? – all corroborate with your story. And this… charm you had over yourself. A charm, right? Or a potion? Either way, there are counters to them both. Or, alternatively, I could simply have had Veritaserum administered to you. Or had a legilimens pry at your head in search of more answers. See what you are hiding. Then you would be in trouble.” At this point, he could feel himself wanting to do more than he was doing – not violent, not angrily… but passionately. He inhaled deeply and swallowed once again, adjusting his position before speaking firmly, “I want an apology,” Charles’ hand twisted around his wand firmly, his eyes unmoving from her inviting stare, “now.”