Discretely, Antonin rolled a small ball of fire across one palm, then absorbed it abruptly. I know what a veela is capable of; sometimes I think there may be some veela far back in my family. I used the English word, Firebird, because of the legends and lore in my country. It is a lovely nickname, isn't it?
Antonin laughed briefly, then held a finger up to his lips for a second, "I'm sorry, I'm not really laughing at you as much as at myself. You are the first to have the nerve to inquire into my motives. How refreshing. The Dolohov family supports several schools in Russia, and one at our plantation in Africa. The paperwork with your sister is a convenient fiction to allow me to help support the school here, where Morag has so many ties. Believe me when I say I have no need to take over a school here."
He gestured to the boat in front of them, "You've seen Dolohov. I'd rather live there then Hogsmeade. But I'd much rather have others stay in town and do things like run schools, and leave me to the ocean, and the family salvage business."
Antonin turned back to face Gabrielle, "One of the reasons for the boat is so we don't have to pack when we want to go sailing. You should come with us when we go out, for a weekend, or a few weeks, or whatever. You would see why we much prefer the ocean - especially the tropics - to the land."