France-Hayden
It's bright, was the first thing he noticed, bright and warm. He hated it already, nah it was all good. His head resembled a bobble head twisting this way and that taking in all the sites of France. The people were smiling and dressed in bright colors and jabbering away in French. He distinctly stood out with his height and (his own modest opinion) good looks. He looked at the piece of paper for directions were to go. He followed them and stopped and stared the entrance to magical France was through a beautiful ritzy open air cafe with waiters and waitresses. The English had you walk through a dirty old pub score one Frenchies nill English. As he passed throught the wards he felt like a film had been lifted from his eyes. Magical France if mundane France was bright magical France was mesmerizing. Hayden chuckled as he looked around through his masks eyeslits. He took his mask off and walked up to a group of beautiful witches that seemed to be friendly.
"Excuse ladies would you be able to direct me to the French Board of Magic?" Hayden queried one of the witches
"Ara! Zuch a hanzume man pruhaps you would zpend zee time with us." One of the brunettes answered with a toss of her shoulder length hair
"No thanks just the directions for m kind of in a hurry." Smiled Hayden
At his response the other ladies who weren't paying him much attention all perked up. They immediately surrounded him and all began talking in rapid French. Some batted their eyes at him while others tried to brush their breasts up against him. Realizing that he probably would not get much help he bid them a quick farewell and tried to walk off only to realize they were following him. The brunette In particular called out to him.
"I know ow to get you to zee board!" She cried a little desperately
"Oh in that case lead the way!" Bowed Hayden
The result of this the witches descended into giggles then they proceeded to lead him toward the FBM. All the while other men who watched them walk by mumbled "lucky Bastard!" Under their breath. After about forty minutes Hayden realized that he had and was being led in circles by the witches who continued to grill him for information.
"Hey hey ladies you all want to see a trick!" Eyes began to dance.
"Oui!" "Obvcourse!" "Anyzing you vant!" Chorused the witches
CRAAABOOOM!!!!
Pure unfiltered magical energy shot from his hand into the sky. Silence, it was lovely everything and one was staring at the green eyed man. Five four three two and music counted down Hayden and like that the screaming aswell as apparating began. However the witches seemed to all be sporting blushes as well as breathing very heavily, and all of them were rubbing their legs together.
"French officials drop your weapons!" Yelled several light blue robed men.
"See ladies I made the FBM appear!" Ahahahah guffawed Hayden as he was wrestled toward a floo networking system. The officials and Hayden disappeared with a flash of powder.
French
"Anna he was immune to us!" Squealed one of the blondes to the brunette.
"Your cousin Fleur, will be so jealous!" Marie(the one blonde) giggled.
Beatrice or Bee to her friends then came up with the answer to all their thoughts.
"We've got to go tell Fleur and Madam Delacour about this!" She positivily Shouted.
In a fit of renewed giggles the young Beauxbaton's Veela rushed off to tell their friend of the new man of mystery.
English...
45min later...
FBM interrogation room 47...
Status...frustrating...
Whack...Whump...Squish
"If you tell us who you are this pain could end." Intoned one of the French officials
"Ok..cough...ok...my reason for coming to France...I'll tell you." Wheezed Hayden
"Excellent please continue."
"... ...!" Whisper the American
"Excuse me speak up?" The official and the others in the room all leaned in.
"I SAID YOUR MOTHER ASSHOLE AHAHAHAHA!" Cried Hayden his one not swollen eye dance in mirth.
"You Son A Bi"
"Boys That's enough." Commanded someone behind Hayden
"Yeah guys I mean think about my good looks!" Chuckled Hayden ahehehehe!
"Alright so your the special (OPS) sent by Amelia to guard my family I've got to say your a weird One alright."
"Hey hey heeeeyyyy what can I say it's part of my charm!" Laughs Hayden
"Well apparently your charm is something else special about you, do you know what Veela are?" Questioned the older gentleman
"Not a clue."
"Well kid the way you are now you will soon will I'm Jean-Claude Delacour your mission is to protect me and my family." Announced Jean "Now then are you ready to get to work?"
"Ummm do America's shit gold and win wars?" Chuckled Hayden
"Are you pardon my English, Batshit Crazy Bastard?" Shot back Jean
"Fair point let's go meet the rest of the family." Hayden said with a grin
Delacour Villa
Occupants...23
Pending arrival...2
French
"And he was so handsome and stern." Bee gushed
"I swear when he threw off all allure like it was nothing I felt so hot!" Maria
"I wish I could have met him men who can resist the allure are meant to be with us right Mama?" Questioned a silver haired beauty
"Now girls, according to legends every time a Veela is born one man is born to resist all but her. When they meet a soul bond forms and the more powerful the bond they more loyal and fertile the Veela!" A breath taking regal looking woman sat displayed on the sofa. She herself was Elizabeth Delacour.
All the young witches descended into giggles and blushes at the thought of making a family. For Veelas while creatures of magic were very sexual as well. They were meant to populate and when they found strong wizards they bonded for life. The marking of a strong wizard was the draw they gave out. The Veela would then complete the bond and raise as many strong magically fueled children. Among thes children was always one guaranteed female Veela to continue the Veela race. As each of these young Veela thought about this new development in their community they wondered who this mans bond was. For it was not even guaranteed that it was a Veela in France. They were all jolted from their musings when a angelic little girl flew into the room and screamed in passing "Papas Home!" Immediately every witch rushed from the room except the mistress of the villa and Gabriella. In a flash of blue floo powder out stepped the minister of France, head of the Delacour Family, and ex-dueling hit wizard Jean-Claude.
"Vision of my eyes and owner of my heart!" Breathed Jean as he embraced his wife
"My life and love!" Moaned Elizabeth into the chest of her husband.
They kissed passionately until the giggles behind the entry way door came drifting through.
"Love do we have guests?" Queried the older man
"Oui they were telling me another Primal has arrived in the country." "Apparently he was carted off by the officials for displaying his magical strength." Explained Elizabeth "were is our new protector?"
At this statement Jean rounded and glanced about the room.
"He was jus..?!"
Poof
("I thought I would give you a moment of privacy before making my entrance, Hayden Voorhees at your service Madam.") Bowed Hayden
As Elizabeth looked she took in the young man; strong, tall, green eyed, mischievous smile, black hair slicked back, and a black trench coat covering him so his clothes weren't visible.
("Zee honor iz mine.") she replied Elizabeth in English. ("Do you not zpeak In zee French?")
("No I am afraid not however will begin studying it immediately.") replies a Hayden
("Vell we cannot hav zat old on!") and with a flick and swish of her wand Hayden felt his brain fill with knowledge.
"Is that better sir." Asked Jean
"Yes, what spell is that?" Ask a now French speaking Hayden.
"Ara a witch does not give away her secrets!" Chuckled the elder Veela
"Mama Who is this stranger?" Asked Gabriella her blue eyes staring at Hayden from behind the sofa, were she had hidden.
Before the Delacours could respond, Hayden made a great sweeping bow and got down on one knee and stretched out his arm toward Gabriella.
"Oh sweet little princess, I am but a new bodyguard, who will do whatever your hearts desires!" He said in a grand over the top announcement.
"Will you play with me?"
"Yes."
"Will you sing to me?"
"It would be my pleasure!" Hayden sang out
"Will you...
"That's enough Gabby!" "Hayden's transferring to Beauxbatons and!.!.!.!" Started Jean
Crash the doors flew open and several young Veela fell into the room.
"Ummm I am Fleur Delacour and these are my friends and cousin!" Came the squeak from the silvered haired witch
"I am Hayden Voorhees." Was as far as the young man got before all four maturing veelas let loose their allures on him. Hayden stiffened and his eyes flashed green and there was a flare of green magic surrounding Hayden. With a primal shout the allure was rebounded back to the said witches causing the teen to all faint, including Gabriella. As Jean and Elizabeth stared open mouthed at Hayden the young man in question swore.
"Shit Amelia's going to kill me for knocking out the daughters and guests of the FBM!" Moaned Hayden "AAARRRGHHH I wish I was my brother doing his mission!"
Elsewhere...Ireland
Midnight Greyhound's werewolf camp
Rex and Phillip hated watch duty, Phillip yawned.
"Kkkk kkkk kkk chchch chchch chchch!" Sounded across the night.
"Wuzzzatt?" Rex grunted before an axe imbedded itself into his skull.
"What the!" Skuuuhaaackk! Gasped Phillip as a hand grabbed his chest an ripped his throat out!
Jason dropped the wolf and pulled his axe out of the others head. He raised his eyes and through the mask he overlooked the gaint camp. He smiled and stalked into the camp. Unknown to him his mother had blessed her boys with a passive magical ability that went off when they were hunting. Magical words sounding the call of death inspiring fear and breaking wills.
"Kill kill kill mom mom mom!"
