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Lee hadn't been able to sleet that night. It had been late, and she had to tiptoe back into the Hufflepuff dorms as she silently tried not to wake any of the other fifth-year girls she shared a room with. She kept thinking that she should fall asleep, get a couple of hours so she'd be well-rested the next day. She'd keep thinking If I fall asleep now, I'll get so-so many hours before I have to wake up for class. Needless to say, she didn't get those hours. 

Whenever she closed her eyes, she was haunted by the image of Remus Lupin in pain, scratching at himself the minute she had touched him. It hit her, in the middle of the night, that those shrieks of pain was the closest she'd ever come to hearing his voice. Which was strange as she hadn't ever been able to stop thinking about him, which had never been more true than that night. 

She'd been staring at the ceiling of the Hufflepuff dorms for hours. The yellow walls and warm atmosphere had been soothing so far, but it was as if nothing could soothe her now. Yet she didn't dare close her eyes and see Remus's claws reach his own face over and over again. 

The sun started rising after a while and it eventually became a respectable hour to get up from bed. Lee had come to terms with the fact that she wasn't going to get any sleep that night, and was alright with rising before any of her roommates. She had something to do before going to class that morning anyway. 

It was early in the morning, and yet Madam Pomfrey seemed to be more swamped than usual in the Hospital Wing. Not only had several of the sixth years come down with the flu, but Remus Lupin looked like absolute shit in his bed. 

It took Lee a moment to even recognize Remus Lupin as she stuck her head in the door. But who else would be covered in bloody scratches as he lay unconscious on a bed in the Hospital Wing as Madam Pomfrey looked to be angrily swearing at him for getting hurt so badly. 

"You!" Madam Pomfrey suddenly said sharply, turning around to point at Lee, who jumped back a bit in surprise. "What do you want?"

The blonde wasn't prepared for that, and started fiddling with the hem of her shirt. She couldn't find it within her to meet the matron's eyes. "Oh, I just... Euh..."

"Do you need a sleeping potion?" she asked sharply, taking a step closer to the door so she could see Lee properly. The Hufflepuff girl must've really looked like shit for her to immediately draw that conclusion. "Or a Pepper-Up? Whatever it is, I'm swamped so just tell me so we can get on with it."

"No, no," Lee answered quickly, though the idea of getting a sleeping potion didn't sound so bad. She'd keep that in mind for later. "Euh, I just... I was thinking you maybe needed some help?"

Pomfrey's expression softened immediately at this, though only slightly. The stress seemed to be getting to her. "Well, that's quite nice of you to offer, but I can't possibly let you do that. Everybody has that Muggle flu and I don't want you to end up in one of these beds, too. That's even more work for me."

Lee cast a quick glance at Remus's unconscious form. "What about him? I can help you with him."

The matron frowned deeply, before a sixth year was heard vomiting quite loudly a couple of beds over. Both her and Lee cringed at the sound. "Alright, just for a moment. Just try to make him comfortable and tell me if he wakes up. If he's hot, just use cold water and a cloth to try to ease his temperature until I come by. Absolutely no magic."

Lee nodded a single time, feeling surprisingly intimidated. The matrons at Beauxbatons wasn't nearly as scary. "Understood."

Madam Pomfrey ran to the vomiting sixth-year, cursing under her breath once again as Lee watched Remus hesitantly. She wasn't sure if it had been a good idea to ask to help, but she couldn't help but feel guilty about his wounds. He only went after himself after she touched him. It had to have something to do with whatever connection they felt, whatever it was. 

She took a step closer to him, grabbing a chair to sit at his bedside. She wasn't sure if she hoped he was going to wake up and see she was there or not. It would probably be awkward, but a part of her wanted to look into his eyes and tell him that she was sorry for whatever harm she'd caused. 

The Hufflepuff only looked at him for a moment longer. She looked at the deep, white scars on his face, now joined by red claw marks and a bandaged head. He looked quite pale, though she hadn't ever seen him as tan. But he was paler than usual.  

As she heard Madam Pomfrey distantly scolding another student for not telling her when he felt warm, she remembered that she was supposed to check his temperature. She took a moment to prepare herself to touch him, even if he was unconscious. The last time his skin had barely grazed her shirt, she'd felt electrocuted. 

Her hand hovered above his forehead for a moment before her skin softly grazed his. He felt a bit warm, though it seemed to be sudden heat rush as he felt her touch. She sighed and grabbed a cloth from next to the bed and wet it in a bucket of water Madam Pomfrey had left next to it. She folded it before carefully placing it across his forehead. 

Lee stayed in her, watching his chest rise and fall. It wasn't like there was much else to do but sit there, and not only did she feel obligated because part of her wondered if it was her fault, but she felt drawn to sit there, just like she had felt drawn to go see him. 

"Bonjour, Lee," a voice spoke up from behind her, surprising her. She turned around to see a mischievous grin, almost teasing her as he spoke. 

"Bonjour, Sirius," she breathed, hoping her cheeks didn't look as warm as they felt. She had expected one of his friends to catch her there, which she now realized was a bit stupid. Of course at least one of them were going to check on him if they knew he was a werewolf. "Ça va?"

"Ça va bien," he responded smoothly, his grin not fading at all. Her blush only deepened at this. "What are you doing here?"

She wasn't quite sure herself. "Euh..."

"Tu ne sais pas?" he teased her in French once again, she wondered if he actually spoke the language for a moment. "Come on, LeeLu. You've got to have some idea by now."

"LeeLu?" she repeated the unfamiliar nickname. What was it with Gryffindors and their nicknames?

"Hm, don't worry about it," the dark-haired Brit chuckled to himself, as if he had an inside joke only he understood. She looked away, glancing at Remus to check if he was okay when Sirius spoke once again. "Can I ask you something?"

The blonde cringed slightly, not daring to turn around and meet his eye. Instead, she kept her gaze steady upon a wound on Remus's forehead. "Please don't ask me out."

Sirius snickered to himself, something most guys wouldn't do if they were rejected. Probably because he hadn't been planning to ask her out at all. "You must be used to getting asked out a lot, being a Veela and all."

Lee immediately stiffened, her mouth gaping involuntarily. She turned around to face Sirius, trying her best to appear stone-faced even as she stuttered slightly."I don't- I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on. Je sais," he told her he knew. His grin didn't fade at all, quite confident in his assumption. "I figured it out at the party when you were dancing, it was pretty obvious. Also, you're really hot. Just an objective observation, by the way, not me being a creep."

Lee narrowed her eyes, studying Sirius as she seemed to debate what to say. It didn't look like it would do any good, as he seemed to know he was right. All she could do was realize she was caught. "Did you tell anyone?"

"No," he stated honestly. 

The blonde chuckled bitterly, turning her head towards Remus's unconscious form, not seeming very happy about any of this, even if he hadn't told anyone. She'd much rather just not be a Veela at all. "My mother was, or is, a Veela. A full Veela. Her and my dad were together for a little while when she got pregnant. She left when I was only a couple of weeks old."

Sirius obviously hadn't expected her to open up like she did, especially as she had seemed quite closed off during their few months at school together. He frowned deeply as he could only look at the back of her head, her eyes completely trained upon Remus. "I'm sorry."

"I don't like it, alright?" she defended herself, turning around to give Sirius a stern look, as if he had accused her of something. "I don't want to be a half-Veela. I don't want to be leered at and considered just a pretty face for men to gawk at. I wish I could stop. I hate that it comes from her and I hate what it's done to my life."

The Black boy was a bit taken about at her snapping at him, though at the same time with a hint of sympathy behind his eyes. "You don't have to hate yourself."

Lee let out a breathy chuckle, a sheepish smile on her face as she realized how overdramatic she was sounding. She didn't mean to, but it wasn't often she'd get to talk about these things. "I don't hate myself. Not really."

"Just half," he joked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. 

Lee's eyes brightened slightly as she snorted at his joke. She turned back to softly look at Remus.  "I guess."

Sirius watched her watch him for a moment, looking thoughtful. "What about Remus?"

"What about him?"

"You're here, you see what's happened to him. What do you know?" he interrogated, while she still didn't meet his eye. She was completely focused on Remus as he wanted to know the truth, to figure out the mystery of what was between them. 

Lee reached out remove the wet cloth from Remus's forehead, as it couldn't be very cold anymore. But as she carefully felt him once again, she could feel him be a little less warm. "I went down to see him last night. When he was transformed. I didn't know what I was getting into, I just felt so drawn to where he was."

Sirius took a moment to process the information. He'd had some theories about why she'd come to see him in the morning, but none quite so dangerous. He was also pretty surprised to hear her speak so casually about it. "Are you alright?"

"He didn't hurt me," the French girl assured him quickly, tilting her head curiously at Remus, who was still laying completely still. "He just looked at me, but then... but then I touched him and he started attacking himself so I ran away. I don't know what's happening."

"That's... odd," he commented. He wasn't sure what else to say, because odd was the best way to describe it. He'd never heard of a werewolf behaving that way towards someone while transformed, they'd always been described as a bit savage by others while Remus usually didn't like talking about the full moon nights unless he had to. 

"I don't get what's going on between me and him," Lee said shakily, running her fingers through her messy, unbrushed waves. She took a deep breath, turning to meet Sirius's dark eyes as she thought about the absurdity of the situation. "I don't even know him. I've never even heard his voice."

The frown on Sirius's face looked out of place. He'd always seemed so light-hearted when she'd seen him. "Maybe he's scared."

Lee looked down, a bit embarrassed about opening up to Remus's friend. "Or maybe he just doesn't feel it like I do."

"I doubt that," he said, a comforting grin gracing his face. 

Somehow, Sirius's support made her feel even more embarrassed. It hit her, just like that, that he could tell Remus everything she said so suddenly. She refused to meet Sirius's gaze as she stood up, her cheeks burning red.  "Uhm, I should get to class. It's papa's class so I don't want to be late."

"I'll take it from here." He didn't tease her about her blushing, which she would have thought he'd do. Maybe she had mistaken the kind of guy he was, he always seemed to surrpise her with his kindness. "Allez, LeeLu, allez!"

She smiled slightly at him, with a still-embarrassed gratitude as he took her place at Remus's bedside. "Merci beaucoup."

Sirius eyed her as she rushed out of the Hospital Wing, almost like she had to force herself to leave. He next looked at Remus, still unconscious in the bed. "You're more trouble than you're worth sometimes, Lupin."

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Lee had only been slightly late to Defence Against the Dark Arts, and she was probably lucky that the professor was her father. He didn't take any points, and mostly looked concerned as she lied and said she'd overslept, which she obviously hadn't. All he had to do was look at the dark circles under her eyes to prove that. 

Her roommates all gave her strange looks as she lied, but nobody said anything against her explanation. Thank Merlin for Hufflepuff loyalty. 

Fabian had teased her a bit about oversleeping as the class went on, but Lee only took it in stride with a few chuckles and a couple of shh-es to keep him from interrupting the class. She didn't want her father to start disliking one of the only friends she'd made at Hogwarts, or in Britain for that matter. 

The class had started packing up their stuff, ready to go their next class, whichever one that was. Lee was trying to concentrate on remembering which class it was, but found her mind completely occupied by, you guessed it: Remus Lupin.

Her father, Sebastién, frowned deeply as he thought it was obvious how tired and distracted she was. "Céline, would you wait behind for a couple of moments, please?"

Lee quickly looked up at him, gaping a little bit as she tried to come with an excuse to not have to talk to him. "I should get to my next class."

"It'll just take a moment. I'll write a note for you," he assured her, slightly smiling at his young daughter.

"I'll wait outside," Fabian assured her with a quick whisper, patting her shoulder. He must have realized that she had absolutely no idea what class was next. She smiled slightly at him in response. 

Lee walked up to her father, who was waiting for the classroom to empty out before saying anything. He frowned deeply, and it was easy to see that something was troubling him. Lee only hoped he hadn't been too worried by her missing class. He was used to her missing class before full moons, but usually not in the days after.

As the last student left the class (an unusually slow Hufflepuff that seemed to lag behind everyone else in his house), Sebastién found himself sighing deeply. "Are you okay? What happened? Why are you late? Why do you look awful?"

"Thank you, papa. Very nice," Lee scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest. Deep down, she knew that if she wasn't half Veela then she probably would look disgusting, and the Veela thing couldn't fool her own father. 

"You know what I mean. Dark, euh, circles under your eyes," he pointed out, his French accent becoming stronger when he was talking to her. 

Lee wanted to lie. She really wanted to lie. She wasn't about to out Remus to her father, even if she didn't really know the guy. But she knew her dad could see through her way too well, so fully lying was not an option. 

"Someone found out... about me. About the... tu sais quoi." You know what. Yeah, he knew what, and she could see him tense up a bit about it. Lee quickly realized that it may have sounded a bit off. "He's a good guy, he's not going to tell anyone. But... he still knows. He figured it out. He's not some creep."

Sebastién visibly relaxed slightly, but he still held noticeable tension in his shoulder. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. "I'm sorry, Céline. You know I am."

Lee glanced away uncomfortably. "You don't have to be sorry."

"Of course I do." The dark-haired man tried to offer a comforting smile, but it only seemed out of place. "I'm your father, and I can't help you. I can't answer your questions. I wish your mother could answer."

At the mention of her mother, Lee looked away, pursing her lips so tightly they almost turned white. "I don't care about her."

She surprised herself a bit at how sharp her voice was. She rarely talked about her mother, and she'd already come up twice that day. It was bound to dampen a girl's moon when she hadn't gotten more than a minute's sleep that night. 

"I know, I know," her father quickly said, nervously fiddling with his fingers, as he hoped his daughter hadn't misunderstood him. "But I wish she could teach you these things, I didn't even know what she was until you were growing up. I can read and I can research as much as I want, but I won't be able to truly understand."

She could feel her face soften, and her heart clench at the idea of how many hours he had spent deep-diving into obscure books just in case he found anything that would help her understand what she was. "You don't have to do that for me."

Sebastién's smile wasn't as fake this time, reaching out to put his hands on her shoulders. He looked into her eyes, trying to reassure her. "Of course I do. I'm your father, I love you and I will always help you."

Lee had to fight hard to fight tears from coming to her eyes. She didn't know why she felt like crying. She supposed it must have been the lack of sleep that caused her lack of emotional control. "Je t'aime, papa."

"Je t'aime, Céline," he answered without hesitation. He rubbed her shoulders a bit, before giving her a light shove towards the door, feeling like he'd kept her long enough. "Now, you shouldn't be late for your next class."

Lee glanced at the door for a moment, hesitating. She forced her sweetest puppy-dog eyes to appear as she turned back to her father. "If I don't go... Will you write me a note?"

The professor frowned for a moment, obviously disapproving the idea that she'd even ask. "Just this once."

She grinned, the first real smile of the day. She couldn't stand the idea of throwing herself into another cramped classroom and have to act like she wasn't spending all her time thinking about Remus Lupin. "Thank you."

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Sirius Black was seriously bored. Like, he understood he was doing a good thing by sitting vigil at Remus's bedside, and that it was probably something he could hold over his at some point. He decided he was probably going to use it when Remus would inevitably beg them not to become Animagi. Then he'd be like you can't force me to do anything, remember when I spent hours at your bedside to make your girlfriend (yes, he anticipated Lee would be Remus's girlfriend by then) feel better?

But that didn't keep it from being so unbearably dull. Lee had left over an hour ago to go to class, and Remus had barely moved. All he did was snore and sometimes scratch himself in his sleep. Sirius did very much consider just walking away and asking James or Peter to take over. 

However, Sirius did know he had to be there. He had to tell him about Lee, about what was happening with her. It was about bloody time that Remus got it together, and he didn't trust either James nor Peter to do anything about it. Someone needed to knock some sense into him. 

When Remus finally started turning a bit around, and his eyes were flickering open, Sirius could almost kiss someone in relief. It was honestly getting unbearable, and while he knew he was being dramatic, it didn't mean he didn't mean it. 

"You're finally up," Sirius commented, smiling.

Remus wriggled a bit where he was laying, reaching up to rub his tired eyes. He did groan slightly as he accidentally touched a spot on his face covered with a band-aid. "Ugh, what happened?"

The Black boy snickered to himself, not remembering the last time his friend had looked this terrible, even if it was after a full moon. "You look like shit, that's what happened."

"I feel like it, too," the young werewolf agreed. Suddenly he froze, blurry memories of the night before coming to him. He didn't always remember the full moons, but a part of him was relieved he did this time. "I- I, uh... Céline. Céline, she was there. At- at the Shack-"

"I know, I know," Sirius cut him off, reaching out to put his hand on his shoulder to steady him. He was beginning to worry that if he didn't, Remus would have a panic attack and then Madam Pomfrey would kick his ass for disturbing her patient. "Calm down, Remus, you big nervous ball of crap."

If Remus hadn't seemed so stressed, then Sirius probably would have laughed at the comical look on his face. He had somehow managed to furrow his brows and also widen his eyes more than he'd ever seen. "What do you mean you know?"

"She was here this morning. Taking care of you and everything. She left about an hour ago, went to class. I had to take over and look after you. Ruined my whole bloody day." He dramatically rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

"Sirius, this is- this is seri- Oh, you know what I mean," he cut himself off as he saw the shit-eating grin on Sirius's face as he waited for the opportunity to make a pun. "She knows. She saw me, so she knows. She's gonna tell- tell everyone. And I'll be thrown out of school."

Sirius shook his head. "She's not gonna do that."

"You don't know that," the Lupin boy snapped, running his hands through his hair just to have something to focus on that wasn't his crippling anxiety. "Just because you accepted it-"

"You know, I actually know Lee a bit," Sirius cut him off, a little harsher than he had anticipated. "You see, I'm not the one who's been too much of fucking coward to even talk to the girl for the last two months."

"I'm not- I'm not a coward," the brown-haired boy defended himself lamely. Part of him knew that he was, in fact, a bit of a coward. But she made him anxious, and he didn't know how to start talking to her. "I can't help it. I don't- I don't know why."

After two months of wondering what the hell was up with his mate and the new girl, Sirius was finally ready to snap. Something's got to give, and he couldn't sit around and watch anymore. "Whatever it is, she feels it, too. She feels it, and I know you feel it. But she doesn't think you do."

Remus frowned deeply. "Of course I-"

"Then bloody tell her." Sirius enunciated each of the words carefully, hoping it wouldn't go in one ear and out the other. "Get out of this hospital bed, wolf up and grow enough balls to actually talk to a pretty girl and tell her what's going on with you. At least try to make sure she won't get you thrown out of school."

"It's not that easy," Remus denied.

"Yeah, it is," the black-haired Marauder retorted lightly. While he didn't understand his predicament, he'd watched it for long enough."It's up to you, of course. But I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you whine if you don't even try to talk to her."

The werewolf clenched his jaw, because while he knew his friend was right, he wished he wasn't. It was different now that she knew. She was one of the only people in the world who knew, and that meant he couldn't avoid her anymore (even though the anxious part of him really did want to). "Fine. But we gotta tell Madam Pomfrey I'm leaving first."

"You're on your own there, mate. I'm not dealing with her." Sirius sent him a blinding smile as he got up from his seat at his bedside, giving him a quick salute and a wink as he prepared to leave the room. "Good luck."

Remus watched him leave, a grimace on his face. He wasn't sure if the grimace was because of the lingering pain from the night before or due to the painful suspense of talking to Céline Beaumont for the first time. 

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Remus had looked for Lee for only a little while before he gave up. Perhaps he mostly gave up because it gave him an excuse to not have to talk to her that day. He could just go to Sirius and say he couldn't find her, and thereby push his problems off by another day. He felt happy with that. It was a bad idea, but he still liked it. 

He decided he'd have to go the library next, to hopefully catch up on some schoolwork, seeing as he had been incapacitated by the full moon for longer than usual this time around. Part of him wondered if it had anything to do with the weird feelings he'd had for Lee, but he knew that would be stupid. How could a normal witch cause such a reaction?

He had walked to a part of the library that was usually quiet, and not filled with students thinking they couldn't be heard if they whispered. He was going to let Madam Pince be the one to break it to them that if fifty students whisper at the same time, then it's not quiet. 

But this time, it wasn't empty. And this time, it seemed the universe couldn't care less about Remus's plans. 

Because Céline Beaumont herself was huddled into a corner of the library, deeply engrossed in a book Remus couldn't recognize from a distance. She hadn't noticed him yet, and part of him felt like running away and pretending he hadn't seen her. 

Remus knew he couldn't run away anymore. She was right in front of him, and she was alone. And she knew. She knew his deepest, darkest secret. He couldn't try to act like she didn't exist anymore. Today was the day, and while one part urged him to run away, another seemed to be pulling him towards her. 

Lee didn't notice as he stepped closer, which made him feel more like a creep than he already did. He could barely make out the title of the book she was reading, and realized it was one of his own favorites. 

"Wuthering Heights?" he found himself saying without even realizing it. He didn't realize it until she looked up, although she didn't seem shocked to see him there. Maybe just a bit surprised that he was talking to her. 

It was silent for a few moments as he felt her eyes studying him, probably wondering what he wanted. He'd do the same if someone had been avoiding him ever since they meant. "To improve my English."

"It's pretty good already," he complimented her hesitantly. She smiled and he found himself standing a bit straighter, as though a weight had been lifted off his back. 

"Because I've been reading. It's quite the book, with many good quotes to remember." The blonde sounded so excited as she talked about the book that he could feel his heart skipping a beat. "Whatever souls are made of-"

"His and mine are the same." He finished the quote instantaneously, like it was instinct. He found himself freezing, his eyes hesitantly meeting hers, like he was scared of her reaction, only to find her staring at him in what could only be described as awe. 

Lee released a short breath, unable to hide the soft smile on her face as she met his eyes. "Yes."

He took a deep breath, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Sure, he'd done the arguably hardest part, which was starting a conversation. But now he had to actually talk to her about the deep stuff. "Ehm, could we talk?"

She looked away, nodding slightly as the smile faded from her face. She, like him, seemed to prefer if they could just talk about Wuthering Heights all day. "We probably should."

Remus gestured to the empty spot next to her, and she smiled tightly. He hesitated but he still sat himself down in the spot, though with a respectful distance between them. It felt like his skin was itching from being close to her. Maybe the weird feeling between them was allergies. He knew it sounded stupid, but maybe he was allergic to French people.

He shook all his stupid thoughts away, and forced himself to softly ask the question he was dreading. "Why did you come to see me last night? I- I just don't understand how you knew I was there, unless somebody told you."

"I don't know." the blonde girl shrugged, tightening her grip on the book in her hand. She refused to meet his gaze for a moment, before almost shocking him by looking into his eyes. "I just... I felt, uh, drawn, I guess. Drawn to where you were. Is that the right word?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's great," he quickly assured her, an awkward smile on his face. He still hadn't completely gotten over sitting so close to her, talking to her. "Your English is... great."

Her cheeks flamed as she looked away, trying not to let him see how she couldn't fight off a smile. "Thank you, Remus."

His breath hitched at the sound of his name coming from her lips. But he couldn't just sit there and think about how weird this all was, and the strange reaction his whole being seemed to have to her. He had to remind himself that she knew. They barely knew each other and she still knew. 

The young werewolf cleared his throat. "Look, I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I don't know exactly what happened, I don't remember. But I understand if you want to leave the school, or if you want me to leave. I get it, I understand why you'd think I'm a monst-"

"No," Lee cut him off before he could even finish the word. She seemed shocked that he would even talk about himself that way. "No, no. I don't think that. I wouldn't ever do that. If you were a monster, you would've hurt me. You didn't. How could you be a monster if you won't hurt someone?"

Remus hadn't ever thought about it like that, and had to use every ounce of strength in his body to keep himself from grinning like an idiot. "I... thank you, Céline."

"You can call me Lee," she offered, trying her best to sound friendly, and not in a strange amount of awe. "Almost everyone here does."

"Alright. Thank you, Lee. Merci." He nodded briefly, and tried not to show how much he was cringing on the inside. Why did he have to try to speak French? He didn't know French, and he probably sounded like an idiot even trying. 

"Pas de probléme," she answered him quickly, as if she could sense his inner monologue. She gave him a quick glance before turning her head and focusing back on her book. 

She was smiling, he noticed. Barely, but she was still smiling. 

He couldn't keep himself from smiling at the sight and simply pulled out his Potions book, casting her a few glances once in a while. He could feel her eyes on him every few minutes but neither of them said anything. 

They didn't need to say anything. It wasn't an awkward silence where Remus felt like running away, and where Lee was awkwardly grimacing and trying to hide herself. No, it felt comfortable. It felt right. 

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A/N: It's been ages since the last update, sorry! No inspiration, a lot of University work and the fact that I spent like a month without a computer (long story short, my computer broke and waited for the January sale to get a new one). But hey, here it is. I was really inspired when several people were randomly reading this story the past few days. 

And also, yeah, Lee's a veela. There's not that much information on them in the books, so a lot of what I do with veelas is not canon, but I'm really excited for it. It is based on canon, but not exactly canon nonetheless. Hope you enjoyed :)