Regulus was cursing the fact that this thread of conversation had come up. This was going to be one of those things that his friend was not going to drop. Or worse still, enlist the help of their friends to "fix" his "problem". That, he was certain, was the last thing he needed to happen.
"She's a veela," Regulus said with a shudder. He knew enough about them to know it was not likely to be a good idea.
"It's really not necessary," he began to protest, "I mean, does it really matter at this point?"