Harry stared up at the freakishly tall doors in front of him and wondered exactly why they needed such big doors. Seriously did they just want big door for sake of having big doors? Hogwarts had big oak doors, Beauxbatons had big elegant gates and Durmstrang had -. His train of thought was interrupted by an amused voice from behind him.
"Are you going to knock anytime time soon Frost?" Turning he pinned the boy who spoke with blank grass green eyes. Laughing nervously the blonde blue eyed demon waved a hand.
"You've been around us for the last few days and you still act so coldly! Frost I'm hurt!" Harry, now Cayden, rolled his eyes and ignored Derek and the rest of the group that walked up. True he'd been with them the last few days but that was only so that they could get through the trials and reach the school. He ignored the faint pang in his chest that called him a liar. He was good at doing that nowadays.
Without responding he twitched his wand and a loud series of booms hit the door in front of him. Within seconds it opened to show a frosty eyed man leaning against the door jam. Cayden resisted the urge to laugh because he looked tiny against the size of the door. Running a hand through his hair he flicked the ice blue beaded hair over his shoulder. The black beads clacked pleasantly.
"Congratulations, you are the second group to arrive here at Wakin Academy. Are there any fatally injured in your group?" The group shook there head but Cayden nodded but spoke before the man could move.
"I'll handle it myself thanks." He said softly. Surprise flitted through the man's eyes before he laughed. It was an enchanting sound, and Cayden saw some of his group lean forward as if tied to the man. Cayden however had had a lot of exposure to Veela's and their thrall so he didn't react to whatever creature thrall the man had.
"A British student, a young human at that! My I haven't seen one of those for over a hundred years! How old are you?"
"17."
"Wow you are a youngling aren't you?" Cayden resisted the scowl. Age was not a indicator of maturity. Look at the Weasley twins. They were 4 years older than him and acted 5.
"Are you sure of your healing magic?" The professor gestured as if to raise his wand.
Cayden nodded and spoke before the professor could move closer. "I can heal myself." he repeated. The man nodded letting it go.
"Alright if you can do it yourself go ahead." Turning to address the whole group he gestured for them to follow him.
"I am one of your professors. I teach Elemental Battle Magic, and am sometimes partnered with Professor. You may address me as Professor Tier. You managed to get here at dinner time so you lucky bastards get to be introduced during a mandatory no fight zone. " Derek pumped a fist followed by his twin Henry who smiled impishly at the blank look Cayden sported.
"Heeyy Cayden..?" He waited impatiently for the guarded boy to acknowledge he had spoke and pouted when he was ignored. He whined softly causing Cayden to twitch.
"Cayyyden." The boy stubbornly stared at the back of Professor Tier's head.
"Caaayydeeen!" Still he ignored the annoying demon. Suddenly he felt a hand on his head and reacted on reflex. Grabbing the hand he jerked the demon forward before using his shoulder to body throw him int o the wall. He wiped the spot on his shoulder as if dusting it off before looking at the gaping demon. He smirked his purple eyes laughing.
"Yes, Henry? How may I help you?" When the demon stayed on the floor Cayden reached a hand out. "Oh did you trip?" The group was snickering and Henry puffed up like a cat, before slapping Cayden's hand grumbling. After a second he laughed too.
"You got me on that one Frosty." Smiling he jumped up and wrapped an arm around Cayden's neck like they were old friends. "That's why we are allies!" It was Cayden's turn to puff up like a kitten.
"We're not allies!" In the back one of the vampires, Lavar, laughed.
"Just admit it, Vorn. You like us." Cayden shook his head, his hair turning into light purple dreadlocks.
"Whatever." The group continued bickering as the professor led them into the hall. Tier watched them amused, The Water Fae hadn't seen this mix of a group in a long time. Vampires, Demons, and Mortals oh my.
Cayden could feel the stares and assessing gazes from older students and teachers alike. He ignored them all. He wasn't here to prove anything to anyone. He was here to learn and to have a semi safe place from assassins and mercenaries hired by the British Ministry to kill him.
He could feel the currents around the room. Some were directed, probably mental conversations, some were probing and hostile. He had to brush a few and block some. He just wanted to eat his dinner and sleep. He'd had long few years and it never stopped. He flicked a piece of magenta colored hair back as his hair suddenly grew and changed colors to match his frustrated mood.
"Cayden you really are a moody person my man." He looked to the right at the vampire that had been apart of the group up the mountain. He had black hair with dark purple eyes that sparked with mischief and a smile that made you want to laugh and check your drink at the same time. Cayden unashamedly spelled his food and drink which pooped up with a tentacle growing hex on his mashed potatoes.
Scowling at the vampire he vanished his plate and sat back until they were dismissed. Lavar, the vampire, shook his head used to the human's mercury like moods.
"You didn't have to vanish all your food, you barely ate any to begin with." The teasing reprimand was a touch serious as for some reason Lavar had taken a liking to the odd human. Cayden shrugged and started following the magic currents with his eyes and tweaked a few so that the flow of magic wasn't so stilted. To those who didn't see what he saw it looked like an eccentric human staring at nothing while looking like he saw something. Lavar shook his head but started up a conversation with the demon twins who sat to Cayden's left.
This left Cayden bored out of his mind and impatient. Maybe he should have tried harder to talk? He pinched the bridge of his nose as a headache started behind his eyes. He was still recovering from that one dementor attack on the trail here. He tapped his finger on the table as his leg started to jiggle. Cayden never did do well with sitting still. Never has probably never will.
Shaking his head he felt the beads clack together and resisted the urge to shake his head just for the sound of it. With a thought five tiny ball of metal formed in his hand and he stated to roll them in a closed fist feeling the sphere rub on the ridges and scars on his hand. Getting oddly fascinated by the feel, he was completely surprised when he was nudged by Lavar and Derek.
Following them he watched as several people he assumed were Professors split them up and took them down hallways he could have sworn were not there a second ago. Cayden resisted the urge to follow one of thee groups just to see where they were going. He had a feeling that he'd get lost in a heartbeat.
"Derek and Henry Hart, Cayden Vorn (pronounced born) you three are rooming together as least likely to kill each other." The Professor that spoke had black hair with eyes the color of molten gold and by normal measures would be considered attractive. Cayden didn't care and shot a glare at all three people. At the Professor because he just happened to be there and at the demon twins because they were laughing. He felt a smile wanting to tug his lips at the twins laughter.
"I think your mistaken Professor." With that he ignored the demon twins trying to not let the bubble of anxiety overwhelm him as the thought of living in so close proximity with anyone had hives breaking out on back. Even if it was the twins. As if sensing this, the boys calmed down and eyed him but didn't say anything much to his relief.
They were directed to a plain wooden door that showed a plaque with their names on it. When it was opened Cayden couldn't hep but smile and appreciate magic all the more. They had opened the door to show a huge common room that had three doors leading of to what he assumed were their rooms. Cayden quickly located the door with his name on it, the door to the very left next to a bookcase backed on the wall. He didn't bother saying a word to the people still lingering at the door. He really really really wanted to just go to sleep, and didn't have the patience to socialize.
Three sets of eyes followed the green haired boy as he retreated to his room. Derek sighed and plopped down on the couch followed closely by his twin and teacher.
"Do you think he knew we were supposed to be briefed?"
"Nah I think he just didn't wanna talk anymore."
"Anymore? He doesn't like to talk period!"
"Well so what if he's just bit shy?"
"We can fix that can't we brother dearest?"
"Why yes we can brother dearest." After settling that accord they turned to the teacher watching all this with quirked lip and laughing eyes.
"So I take it that this is normal for Mr. Vorn? The boy nodded their head and trade exasperated looks.
"The whole time-"
"-up here, he was-"
"-warmly frosty at best-
"-blizzard frigid at worst." The alternated with exaggerated eye rolls. There had been a few times when he would almost be thawed out but they were few and far between. Ennough that they knew they liked the Professor nodded back with a contemplative look on his face. He soon dismissed it and continued with the meeting that was supposed to be taking place.
"Alright then. My name is Professor Yevik and I teach the Soul/Necromancy/Blood Magic class. Your schedule's will be handed out in the mornin'. After that you'll be on your own. You'll probably be challenged right after breakfast tomorrow by older students trying to prove they belong where they are. Killing is allowed if you want to. If you get injured you have to heal it yourself or get another more capable student to do it for you. Be warned it usually comes with a price. If you find yourself struggling with a subject you are allowed to ask your teachers but we will likely not answer as we all believe in self study. Be careful around Professor Tier, as he's known to sleep with anything that moves even students. Those are all the tips I shall give you. " With that he stood to leave and walked towards the door. Before he left he stopped and turned.
"Since Mr. Vorn couldn't deign to stay a listen, there's no need to tell him the tips I've just told you. He can figure it out himself." The twins exchanged looks at the order given before nodding. The Professor smiled, satisfied.
"Goodnight."
The next morning when Cayden left his room he noticed the strange vibe coming from the twins. Of course he noticed. He knew what had happened as he recognized the signs all to well. They'd been warned against him. Helping, talking, or just general socializing he didn't know. He would never admit it aloud but at that moment he felt the gaping chasm of depression and grief threaten to overwhelm him. He was just so.. tired of all the things that came with interacting with other beings. They were rules, personalities, slang, it was just one thing after the other. People just needed so much...effort. He'd thought the twins were different though.
He rejected the feelings roughly, involuntarily and unaware that his feelings of hurt and despair had visibly shown on his face. He wasn't here to make friends, he was here to get stronger so that he could live alone, isolated in the middle of nowhere. Satisfied that he'd managed to push it away he left for breakfast ignoring the two boys behind him.
Speaking of which...
"Did you see that?" Derek's was oddly subdued.
"Yeah." Henry nodded before leaving behind the lilac haired boy.(Don't know if you noticed by now, but Cayden's hair changes colors regularly)
The quiet boys made their way to the first years table, somehow sitting next each other without saying a word. Soon schedules were handed out and they started to make their way out of the hall together as they coincidentally had the same classes. Derek and Henry were having a furious silent debate on whether or not to tell Cayden about the possible challenge, when the decision was taken out of their hands.
"Human!" They turned to watch concerned for the boy they'd come to like. A bit. They'd seen some of what he could do but it wasn't enough to reassure them that he could handle himself.
Cayden kept walking, not paying attention not realizing it was him that was being addressed. Cayden idly wandered what the teacher for soul/magic music was like. The class was supposedly about using music to learn the different facets of your being. Cayden hoped his was calm but really really doubted it. He was also anticipating the Combat Class because using what he'd learned was more than likely going to be different than using animated dummies. He also had a burning desire to learn of his animagi and carry on the marauder legacy. And that's another-
He rolled forwards, coming to his feet and spinning around, as a blade came down where his head was. He snapped his head up his eyes burning with contained rage and is hair rippling between dark green and the color of congealed blood.(for those who don't know congealed blood is really really dark almost black with light red edges)
"What is your problem?" He heard some murmurs and sharp intakes of breath from the crowd that had gathered. "This is not the time." The boy in front of him was the picture of imperious nobility with to much arrogance. High cheek bones with sleek wavy black hair and ice blue eyes that glinted. He held twin swords down in ready position by his hips, sneering.
"What, you want me to make an appointment?" He mocked. The crowd tittered while some were frowning in disapproval over the supposed pre-battle chatter. Cayden scowled angrily.
"No, what I want is to go to class, eat lunch, go to my next classes, eat supper, then I would like to to my room. Alone." As he was talking he walked towards the heavily tensed figure only to veer sharply around him and continue towards his class. At least he tried to.
"He spun so fast he was blur to most, and blade met blade as suddenly Cayden had a sword jammed between the blades going for the back of his neck. Cayden narrowed his eyes angrily at the snob smirking at him. Grunting angrily he shoved the blades away before going after him.
"All- thrust- I wanted- thrust- was to get to class!" Spinning sharply he twirled around the older boy slicing his back open with in one graceful movement. Spinning bade quickly in his hand he had it lined up in front of the boys throat tight enough that if he'd tried to take this to hand to hand combat, he'd end up losing truck loads of blood.
"Is that okay with you, you complete and utter Dick?" The boy was silent as he knelt on the floor. Cayden quickly grew impatient and drew back fed up with all the posturing. He looked up to the ceiling with exasperation, but caught sight of his - the twins. Their expression said it all. Cayden felt the burn of betrayal before it was numbed over. They..had known. Jerking back he let the vampire go.
"Whatever. I'm going to class." Walking away Cayden sighed a truly soul weary sigh. The chasm was back and he just wanted...he didn't know hat he wanted but he was tired of the chasm. Hated it.
Pushing roughly through the crowd he made his way to his Elements class determined to put this out of his head. This was he last thing he needed.
The only seat left by the time he got there was at the every back which sucked cause there were around 30 people in front of him. And you can't see through muddy water no matter how hard you try.
"Okay. My name is Professor Dresden. The first 4 weeks of this class will be about helping those who haven't already found there element, to do so. Raise your hand if you haven't." Roughly 10 out of 30 raised their hand. The professor propped her hands on her hips which caused many a male and female eye to be drawn to her curves.
"Alright. Those who have their elements, leave. I will see you in four weeks at this time. In the mean time I want you reading A Path for Your Elements by Wilma Blaze." Their was a brief amount of loud noise as 20 of the student s left, most throwing back longing gazes at the gorgeuos woman
"You who are left, move to the front." Cayden slowly complied hoping to avoid the bustle. Once they were all seated she sighed and pinned them all with a glare.
"Before we go any further allow be to be clear. Yes I am a Veela. However I am a mated Veela. So if I get one proposal from any of you, you won't have to worry about my mate, you'll have to worry about me. Are we clear?"
Cayden nodded with the rest of the class as they eyed the woman warily.
"Alright step one is..."
The next class was with Professor Tier, who then proceeded to flirt and hit on every student in his class. He made every instruction have a dirty twist on it and if Cayden wasn't just so..numb to anything to do with sex, he'd be redder than a tomato and probably would have failed to follow instructions. As it was Cayden was one of the few who could actually follow what the man was saying without stumbling. Those select few were then focused on and it seemed to be the professors goal to see exactly how far he could push you.
"Feet centered, and then concentrate on the feeling of your element. When you can feel it bring it to it's peak and then release it, let it come through your system like a flooded river." Cayden felt the feeling of violent wind surge and twist as it brought it up, and it tore at his grip and channels as it tried to gain freedom to wreak havic. Students around the classroom started to have a dull glow to match their elements. Cayden had an amber glow, he could see that Derek had fire red color while Henry had a soft blue color to match.
"Good. Such..beautiful results." the purr was directly in Cayden's ear and the storm he'd been trying to hold onto lashed out causing a pick up in wind to beat on the walls of the school. When the windows finally stopped shaking and the rain had lessened to a sprinkle, the professor spoke again but from across the room.
"Seems like you are a sensitive one." Snicker bounced from students and Cayden ignored it. It didn't matter he told himself. It didn't. Really.
"I am Professor Murdock. Welcome to Beginners Class. I am going to teach you how to best kill your opponent. How to do disable them so that they can't get back up. How to hurt and maim." He spoke harshly to best gauge reactions from the students. If he found out now which ones were squeamish and which ones were not it would be better in the long run. The human boy and the fae were more likely to have a life morality, better to get that taken care of now before it killed them later. There was a reason there hadn't been a human at Wakin for a long time. They couldn't deal with the fact that vampires killed on regular basis, that werewolves sometimes did it, or just that some just wanted to kill.
"Step forward if you have taken a life." To the werewolf's internal surprise the human stepped forward along with five others. Eyes narrowing in suspicion and skepticism he improvised. He didn't usually ask this...
"Starting from the left, tell me the number of people you've killed outside of battle, and your motivation. Then tell be how many battles you have been in, and what they were for. For those who are confused" Here the Professor turned to the students who hadn't killed anyone. "A battle is where 10 or more people fought each other in one gathering."
"Three. The first two because they were trying to kill me. The third because he'd killed a child. I have been in no battle."
"Nine. I fed on them, and took to much blood. I have been in two battles, they were Kin feuds."
"Six. I overfed. One Battle, a mutiny."
"23. Mind control curse. 3 battles, and they were pack territory disputes.
Finally it was the human's turn and Murdock couldn't wait to hear what he had to say.
"Thirteen. Three because they tried to kill me. Ten because they killed a man and his child." So not the highest amount, but certainly not the least either. The human laid a hand on his stomach in a familiar move Murdock couldn't place. "I've lost count of the battles, and it was for war I was drafted in." Ah. That explained it. Murdock had heard about the silly British war, about their blood types. He hadn't known it was bad enough that they were drafting teenagers not of age. Because the human was 16 by the looks of him, and if he lost count it's been happening for years.
Well. That settles that.
"All five of you will be going to my advanced Combat Class starting tomorrow, so get your schedule change after class." He quickly sorted out the groups in rows and started going over basic moves. They still had the rest of class after all.
The next class was Soul Magic. Professor Yevik taught Soul, Blood , and Necromancy Magic on different days, and Cayden had all of them. He was really looking forward to the Soul and Blood Magic classes because of personal interest and because of Voldemort. So needless to say Cayden was really looking forward to the class. All his hopes for a good class, one that he could enjoy crashed down when the teacher turned out to be an utter dick. The first thing the Elf did was single out the human. He had Cayden running around doing menial stuff. Collecting books, reading his chapters, then reading ahead, sending him to collect certain herbs and chalks needed for different rituals. Cayden had yet to actually have a real class. Yeah he was in the classroom but he wasn't taught anything. Yevik took each student individually to at least three ritual sessions. He walked them through one ritual for each subject. Everyone except Cayden apparently.
So he did self study. He took what the Elf gave him and he capitalized on it. He memorized every herb and chalk he needed for which ritual it was for, he paid close attention to the book he read, he made sure to pay attention to the snatches of class he managed to get. Then he did his own rituals. He had Lavar help a few times, but majorly he did his own.
This was not the first teacher he'd had to work around because of their bad attitude. He doubted it'd be the last.
The next and last class was Wandless Magic. It was taught by James Belgae, and if that didn't send a knife of ice through his heart, who also taught Spell Creation, and Wards, which Cayden had on another day.
They all filed in after waiting for the door to unlock. The first words were and he quotes "Vampires and wolves up front."
Great.
2 Months later.
Cayden yawned as he walked half naked into the common room, hand on his stomach. It was a Sunday Thanksgiving and his suite mates were gone to their families and he could let loose in his rooms for once. Scratching his stomach where the his scar twinged he felt the urge to be in a storm surge and fall as both he and his magic felt too groggy to really need to be in one. According to Professor Dresden, his storm element craved violent winds and rain. It explained a lot about his flying back at Hogwarts, which all the people he knew had called suicidal and risky.
Crossing to the coffee machine installed by the fire place he impatiently drummed his fingers as he could already taste the brown ambrosia sliding down his throat. He tilted his head to crack his neck feeling the shoulder blade white hair brush his back. Dumbledore was pissed about something because bruises marred his spine a colorful display of purple and blues. But all together it wasn't the worst pain so he was pretty happy about it. Lavar had given him chocolate before he left, since the two boys had become allies, the Vampire had learned that the human boy had a major sweet tooth. Chuckling at the thought of the mother hen vampire Cayden was happy.
Feeling a satisfying crack he smiled a genuine content smile and sipped the coffee he'd summoned before sitting Indian style in front of the fire. Summoning his books he lost himself in his studies before a knock on the door drew him out of Grismelda's Book of Grim and Grimy Things. Scowling he amplified his voice.
"Any and all people wishing to disturb me right now better have a good reason or else. "
"Vorn! Open up before I open it for you." Frowning at the voice, He spelled a shirt on before he opened the door to show his Wandless Combat Magic professor and pain in the ass.
"How may I help you Professor James?" Cayden did his best to ignore the bull stomping on his heart. It was something he'd come to live with these past few months but that didn't make it any easier.
"Your British." Cayden eyed him warily but nodded. James had a smug smirk as he pushed his way past is student ignoring books skewed around the fireplace.
"Then you can help me with a problem I'm currently having. " Even more wary now, Cayden kept his front facing the dangerous man. He said nothing waiting for the man to continue. He'd learned fast that silence was golden here, especially for low life humans.
"I need you to go home and find something out for me." Cayden's whole body seized up and before he could formulate a better way to phrase it he heard his voice speak.
"My answer is no." His voice was calm but Cayden felt as if there was a hole in his chest as his heart pounded faster and faster. Professor James, enhanced as he was heard could hear that heart beat a mile away, but he couldn't bring himself to care as what the man was asking was more than what he knew.
"Now, Vorn, I know we've had our problems in the past, but there's no need to be so.. frightened. Besides you don't actually have a choice in this. You will do as I ask." Cayden would have snorted if he was in any condition to feel amused. Problems he says. He has belittled and endeavored to humiliate the human since he got here, favoring the black headed dick he almost killed the first day here. Dick, as Cayden named him, had a vendetta against him ever since then endeavoring to start fights every time he turned around. If the magical world had a equivalent of racism, Cayden had found it. Apparently to some older creatures, like Professor James, who was an Ancient, and Dick, humans were like ants or worse. If Cayden were a weaker man, he'd have killed himself. However the Ancient was so low on his hate list it was laughable. There was no humor now.
Again when he spoke it was heard as calm when he was anything but. If anything he wanted to hide and put every ward known to man around his room.
"I said no. Please leave." The amusement washed out of the Ancients face. It twisted into a snarl as he stalked forward, backing Cayden into a wall. Cayden tensed, one hand going over his wand and another drifting over his stomach and side. The professor noticed the odd gesture but continued his rant, determined the human would liste to what he had to say.
"I don't think you understand me, human. You. Have. No . Choice. You can do it willingly or you can do it under mind control. Either way you are going to Britain and you will get me information." Cayden felt a sneer pull his lips over his top teeth, making his face unexpectedly feral looking. His hair changed to short black spikes with tips sharper than a steak knife. He was scared of the Professor, but for all that he was dangerous, Cayden was more terrified of what was in Britain.
"And I don't think you understand me, vampire. Your mind control will do nothing. I will not, refuse, to return to Britain without a damn good reason to." The Professor didn't reply. At least not verbally.
It slammed int him with the subtly of a fire truck with it's sirens on. It crashed into his walls banging, ripping, gouging holes into it as it savagely tried to get to his mind core. Gritting his teeth a keen escaped as he arched has back off the wall. As fire and needles flew around in his brain Cayden frantically felt around for something to use, something to help, only to literally knock into a memory. He flicked through it only to flinch back mentally.
While this one would work, he did not want to share this with the prejudiced Ancient. Though the pain involved in this memory was soul crushing agony.. it was his soul crushing agony. Something private. But as another rip appeared on his wall he made his decision.
Professor James Belgae knew he would get his way. There was no way this human ant could repel him. His confidence in this fact was held true as he started making rips and dents in the wall surrounding the humans brain. Going for the last gouge that would let him invade and control the human's mind when everything seemed to slow down as agony the likes he hadn't felt in decades felt enveloped his mind causing him flinch away. It was all the boy needed. Suddenly he was on the floor staring at the painting of a moon on the ceiling.
Belgae had felt pain, knew torture, knew agony like an old friend. But this...this he'd never not to this extent. This was soul agony, not physical. This was pain not found in teenage boys only just leaning to shave. He was ancient. He was AN Ancient. There was very little he hadn't experienced. So for this babe of a human to have felt agony like this...It confused him greatly, when he didn't know the source of the agony.
Sitting up he eyed the human sagged against the wall.
"What was that, human?" Cayden wiped his seat laden brow before snapping back, officially done with the professor's bull.
"None of your business is what. Leave." He waited a few seconds. "Please." It was obvious that he only said it out of politeness sake, and for politeness sake only.
Professor James resisted the urge to snarl. Sighing he decided to take a different approach because attacking and threatening obviously wasn't going to work if he could prevent a mind attack like that.
"It was discovered a few days ago that the Dark Lord egomaniac over there has kidnapped several creature children to sell to his followers." He hesitated before continuing. "One of them was the child of my Childe." Cayden said nothing but knew that this was important to the man. A Childe was a person you had bitten to turn, which caused a soul connection. So they were like family.
Cayden really did not want to go. He dreaded the very idea. Not just because of Voldemort. Dumbledore and his twisted spell were another good reason to stay exactly where he he had a feeling that this wasn't all the vampire ancient had to say. And it was the only reason he was going to listen, despite that he'd rather be tortured and killed than return to Britain.
"So why do you need me?" The Professor rolled his shoulders. Need sounded so...weak, and it grated harshly against his pride.
"I asked Albus Dumbledore for information. However, he will only give it to me if I find and bring Harry Potter back for some questions." Cayden sagged even further into the wall. That explained everything and made Cayden want to just ignore this but...he imagined the children and felt his heart clench tightly.
Well. Sh$#.
Scrubbing his face Cayden struggled to stand on his own two feet, determined to think this through or at least try to. Dumbledore requested him from someone who should by rights not know who the fuck he was, which told him two things. One, either Dumbledore knew where he was, which was unlikely because if Dumbledore knew where he was he'd have made his presence known ages ago. Two, Professor James was well known enough that his connections were known, so if Cayden came up with a cover it had to be convincing enough to be in a place that could be found by a man of Professor James reputation.
It was a start, and grimly he noticed that he'd already decided to help the Professor and cursed his weakness for children. Sighing in defeat turned and pored a cup of the brown ambrosia, going over a list of what he was going to need.
"I'll help you on a few conditions. " The professor's eyes were shuttered and his face was set into a displeased scowl, but he nodded. That alone told Cayden how much he loved his grandchilde.
"I am risking my life, and so I am gonna lead this meeting with Dumbledore. Just follow my lead and we should both be able to leave unscathed." The Professor nodded slowly still scowling his face like marble.
"If I tell you to leave, I mean leave right then, or its likely we won't live through the visit." Seeing the look in the vampire's face he corrected himself. "I won't live, but do not under estimate their capture spells." Again the man nodded.
"Last, but not least, do not accept tea or lemon drops. It may seem rude, but he laces them with all sorts of drugs that would take even your blood runes ages to filter."
"Is that all your requests?" Cayden nodded and the mans face finally let off the scowl.
"Okay then. I'll pick you up in 10 to head that way." Cayden cursed and dashed for his room. He needed supplies, and 10 minutes would be stretching it.