The few weeks he'd been working on this were of no account.  It didn't matter if this project took years; she certainly wasn't going anywhere and it wasn't as if anyone else were going to beat them to the punch.  He was the only one alive with a little Veela of his own to study.  A Veela who was probably curled up on the couch right now, pouring over the Daily Prophet as if that rag would have the answers to all her life's problems instead of advertisements for a sale on hair tonic and mostly untrue gossip about celebrities.  