"Humans," Louis said, hands in his pockets. He, too, was understanding. "Incredible humans who can do incredible things. We're all humans in the end, Dom. Don't forget that."

She shook her head. It was a long and old argument she was tired of having. She wasn't sure she could do it again. Not unless she knew for certain that he could accept it. "We're not even human, Louie. We're all part Veela. We're part bloody creature. I can't ask him to accept that. I have no right."

"My name is Mark Ross. I went to Kingsbury, a public High School here in London. I work at an architecture firm here in the city. And Bermuda shorts-" He looked at Mrs. Fleur Weasley. "-are a knee-length garment that some people find unattractive, but at least I didn't buy the bloody shirt."

"Obliv-"

"I understand it was her birthday, but it was also Christmas and you've been together eight months this time around -you could at least call for tea!"

"She prefers coffee."

"You can stop hitting him, I remember!"

"Yeah, stop hitting me, he remembers! Hit him!"