Ford had not even considered veela, although they were technically under the domain of his department, too. There weren't that many of them in England, though — they weren't native to this region, so the ones that did live here were... uh, domesticated, so to speak, instead of out in the wild. Which mostly meant that they didn't need much attention from the Ministry, since they were just supposed to be sitting around at home driving their husbands crazy, or... whatever. Ford didn't really get the appeal. He hadn't ever interacted with a veela before and knew, academically, that if he ever did he would want her, but — those men that married veela had to be out of their wives' company sometimes, right? What on earth could make anyone decide that it was worth it to walk back into a situation like that, where you didn't have full control over your impulses?

"Veela, yikes," Ford said, shaking his head. Most of the time veela didn't need much attention from the Ministry, but when they did, things tended to get very messy. The fire-breathing bird monster thing, and the fact that you couldn't actually send men to try and contain them because they'd get — distracted. "I'd take the vampires over them, I think."