Veela
They came like a flock of birds, but graceful and elegant; like swans. They stood as formal as the fairest of queens in this time and all those before. They were jewels brought to life, denied by all men to be touched.
All men except Tom.
There was something about him, the manner in which he talked, even if he was giving you a death sentence; the way he held himself and the way his lips curved up ever so genteelly, not even the Veela could resist him.
He didn't mind their attention. No, he didn't mind in the least.
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