Angry parents

*Morpheus pov*

Waking up I already had a house elf outside my door pacing around nervously probably confused about why he couldn't just pop in.

Leisurely getting ready I donned my robes and flicked an old coin in the air, the coin was so olf and used that both sides were marked up unrecognizable.

Catching the coin I chuckled at the faded outcome, "Today will be an interesting day," I've been having plenty of those recently it's been nice

Opening my door I saw the house-elf, "Mizzy?" visibly perk up at my presence

"Mizzy so glad to see Morpheus, sir, dumblydore be asking for your presence," I chuckled at how he pronounced Albus's name

"I'll be right up," I said before closing my door and beginning to walk toward his office

As I left I heard Mizzy pop away probably going to inform Albus and whoever is up there with him.

The walk was rather short as Hogwarts decided to be extra generous this morning giving me a clear path to his office. Walking up the winding steps I entered Albus's office to see three visibly irritated men.

"Morpheus! Come in come in I was just telling these gentlemen you will be able to help clear any misunderstandings from yesterday's club meeting. I wasn't there myself so I haven't gotten all of the details," his smile would seem so genuine if I didn't know the man by now

"Of course," I nodded, "I was the judge after all,"

"So you were the judge?" one of the men drawled out, "We should have you fired how dare you purposely try to end prestigious family lines!"

Oh, they are going that route? The whole line annihilation, line theft, family importance route. They should have picked a better strategy, I'm sure this one would do good in court but, it is a different story seeing I saw these families from their beginning.

Looking out the window I saw the sun peeking through Fawkes was humming a slow tune and a gentle breeze drifted through the cracked open window.

The perfect day for humbling.

*Narrator pov*

"Prestigious family lines?" Morpheus replied with a confused expression

Before they could open their mouths to continue their insufferable complaining Morpheus laughed, "If I would have known your heirs were so unprepared for the finer arts such as dueling I would have never put them against Evan Rosier heir to the Rosier family, he is a competent pureblood it seems," his dismissive tone almost caused a blood vessel to pop on one of the purebloods necks

"You listen here crackpot, what's a divination cook professor know about dueling let alone the finer arts," he sneered

"Ah, a crackpot huh?" Morpheus smirked at the man's words, "Whose parent are you, Thaddeus or Johnathan?"

"I am lord Mulciber, Thaddeus who you set up to be almost murdered is my son. But, don't worry I've already contacted the school board you will be let go of your 'lofty' position soon enough. Albus, I can't even fathom why you would hire such an unstable professor in the first place," Lord Mulciber held a sly smirk on his face as he spoke

Morpheus finally walked forward and took his seat, "Thomas, can I call you that?" he addressed Lord Mulciber, "No," was the swift response, "Well, Thomas I was thinking this is a great opportunity for you to get your name out there again, helping rid Hogwarts the premiere school of witchcraft and wizardry of a mentally unstable professor,"

Thomas looked proud of himself but confused about where Morpheus was going with this conversation.

A sigh escaped the professor's lips, "You know with all of that attention you will be getting from this I bet the papers will start bringing up your family's other historic deeds. Coming up from a whore house the first Lord Mulciber was a man gifted with his hands or so I heard. Eventually, he managed to literally fuck his way to the top finding himself to be the favorite whore amongst a Nobel lady eventually marrying in at the protest of her family. And the great part about your history is that's just the beginning," Morpheus now had a wine glass in hand and was telling Thomas Mulcibers families shameful past like it was a campfire story

Thomas lost his smirk halfway into the story his face was now pale and beads of sweat began to form on his brow, "How do you know that?!" he yelled standing from his seat

Morpheus let out a chuckle, "Thomas don't get so worked up, it's not that big of a deal take Wilkes over here his family started off a humble cobbler begging for scraps until he found himself a servant to the Dubois family in France. Eventually working up the guts to poison the family dinner, ah I wonder will their past allies will follow through with the magical bonds they made if the news ever got out?"

Cavish Wilkes who was mostly silent during the conversation now was sporting a terrified look his eyes were practically bulging from his skull.

"Bah! Johnathan needed the life experience I just came by to say good work, Professor Morpheus!" With a strong nod at the professor's direction, he got up and walked over to the floo, "Good day," in a flash he disappeared

Thomas Mulciber clenched his teeth his fists were bunched in anger as he glared daggers at Morpheus, "I don't know how you know all of this but, I must say you are different than my son described." he stood from his seat and walked over to the floo

"I trust what we discussed here won't be spread?" he asked while taking a handful of powder

Morpheus waved his hand dismissively, "Of course, I would hate to cause anyone trouble over something so small,"

Once Lord Mulciber left Albus who was silent during the whole discussion looked over at Morpheus a contemplative look was present on his face.

"How did you know those things?" he asked curiously taking a lemon drop at the same time

Morpheus looked over at him taking a sip of his wine amusement flickering across his lips, "Albus, I am a master of divination my skills not only lie in the future but the past,"

"I also know all the fun stuff your family was getting into,"

***

In Romania, the air was thick with tension and distress something was happening more and more Vampires began to feel an unquenchable thirst.

Mostly low-level grunts were being affected and they were beginning to feel restless.

A particular vampire walked through the castle corridors before entering a small room, the air around him seemed to ooze regality. He was definitely not a low-level grunt.

"Jessica," his low voice sounded

"Count Francis," the female vampire said curtsying

Vampire Count Francis was going to meet one of his favorite whores. As they embraced each other neither knew their actions will bring about a their end.

After all Count Francis liked to get around and the dam will soon break on the vampires controlling their thirst.