Experiment

A tea set flew in from the kitchen and poured a cup of tea for both the host and the guests.

"Charles knows that you've encountered some unpleasant things recently," Nina said.

Her voice was gentle, carrying a soothing power.

"He's very concerned about you." Nina took a sip of tea and continued, "As it happens, I'm a psychotherapist. It seems that St. Mungo's Hospital in Britain doesn't have any psychotherapists, but that's not the point."

"He asked me to come mainly to talk with you and see if I can help ease your worries."

A psychologist?

A Veela psychologist?

Harry had never heard of such a thing before. It felt somewhat absurd.

Ron looked utterly bewildered, having no idea what a psychotherapist was.

The two of them merely nodded awkwardly. They wanted to say something, but their brains seemed to have turned into a lump of paste.

The invisible allure radiating from Nina made it impossible for them to think normally, let alone organize their thoughts and express what they were feeling.

"I... We..." Ron opened and closed his mouth, his cheeks burning. He stared straight at Nina. "Quidditch... Umbridge, she..."

"Mm, Harry being suspended from the game was indeed very frustrating." Nina nodded understandingly and guided the conversation. "Could you tell me specifically how you felt during and after the match?"

"Felt? Uh... It was... really awful..." Ron's face grew even redder, and his eyes darted about. "Your... your eyes are really beautiful..."

Harry's situation was no better.

When Nina's deep blue eyes turned toward him, he felt his tongue tie itself into a knot.

"Malfoy did something really awful, so I'm going to kick his arse hard." He spoke indistinctly, but soon his attention became completely fixed on Nina's moonlight-silver hair. "Your hair is like... like a