It was hard to describe the look on her brother Takashi’s face. It was the combination of a dog looking at a bone after not having eaten for a week and the eyes of a young boy seeing a brand new bike under the Christmas tree. At least, that is how it looked to Kurumi as her brother was practically drooling all over the picnic table where they sat.

“She’s even more beautiful than a Veela,” he said in a day dreamy sort of tone.

“She looks more beautiful than an eel?” Kurumi asked tilting her head to the side.