For Cassie

Good Thing: #21 Veela

Bill Weasley clasped and unclasped his hands hopefully, his expression much like a puppy dogs’. “Say something, Tonks. Anything will do.”

She tapped her fingers on the kitchen table, studying her nails. If she cared about such things, she’d have perfect nails and cuticles, but she didn’t care. If she cared about such things, she’d have long blonde hair and innocent blue eyes.

Good thing she didn’t care about those things. “Are you crazy, Bill Weasley? She’s a veela. You aren’t in love with her. It’s magic.”

“Part veela. And I do love her. I’m going to marry her.”

“Whatever.”