Tom frowned. The boy had faltered a bit, but not enough for him to complain. He cleared his throat and looked down at Gabriel, giving a disapproving look. He didn't want to let a half-veela child into his school, even if his son had said he thought it would be a good idea.
"You think you're special, don't you?" He asked, his voice gruff. "Tricking my grandson into thinking you're perfect. Making him fall in love with you." He shook his head. "Show me something powerful. Something you can do that makes you so special."
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