It was late afternoon when we got back. Ginny instantly takes off toward the Black Lake.
"So, are we going to tell anyone else?" Ronan asks quietly.
"Sirius, Mar, and Remus already know and are on the lookout for any information that might help," I respond quickly, trying to end the conversation.
"What about Molly, McGonagall, Kingsley, and," he pauses, "our parents? Don't they all deserve to know?"
"Molly'd worry too much, McGonagall would put the school on lockdown, Kingsley would make it a nationwide issue..." I look at the ground. "and, honestly, I'm not sure our parents are on the good side of this."
Draco takes my hand. "Besides, would Kingsley even believe you?"
"I don't know..." Ronan looks at me with sympathy, "Isla, I don't think they're good either, but we can look innocent and still gain valuable information."
"What're you saying?"
Draco sighs, "He wants you to write them."
"And say what? Sorry, I responded violently to finding out my entire life is a lie?" I whisper yell.
Ronan grabs my arm and pulls me away from Draco. "Would you excuse us for a moment?" He pulls me into a corner.
"What?!"
"You need to calm down, otherwise veela's instincts will take over." He explains to me.
"What on earth are you on about?"
"It's a thing that happens," he starts "like, when the cat fiasco began, I was so mad, and the more I talked to Ginny about it... it became physical, not abusive, but the uh, the only thing that calmed me down was... y'know."
Ew. I'm not having the talk with my brother right now. That is the last thing I need. "Fine, thanks for the warning..." I start walking toward Draco. "Draco, you want to come with me?"
"Sure!" He waves to my brother, "Where are we going?"
"To talk," I grab his hand, "there are things we need to discuss."
We walk quietly, hand in hand, to our dorm. When we finally sit in the living room, Draco looks at me slowly.
"Isla?"
"You know that I'm a veela," he nods, "I've marked you already when we kissed on the train... Which I didn't necessarily try to do, my veela half sensed my mate and took over. Basically heightening the pre-existing emotions."
"I'm assuming there's more..."
"Yeah, it's called illustration. I'm not exactly sure what it is though..." I run my hand through my hair, "Anyways when my emotions are magnified, my veela senses tend to also magnify... and it's possible that if I lose control, the veela tendencies run the show."
"Which means...?"
"Any number of things," I ponder the possibilities, "if I get too angry, I could attack the next person who gets too close to you, or, I would need a way to y'know... de-stress. Stuff like that."
"Do your features change too?" He asks.
"I don't know, it's never happened."
"That's because you and Luna are the most level-headed people in the world."
