"Who are you?" Sebastian snapped at his shadowed visitor.

"Now, now, Mr. Cale. I would shed that tone of yours if I were demanding information without offering something up for trade." The man's accent was English, enough to explain the allusion to Dumbledore.

"This is MY office, I have ever right to make deman-"

"An office you unrightfully took residence in after circumventing this hospital's board of directors, the accreditation office at Harvard Medical School, and last but not least the United States government. At this point, Mr. Cale, it would be safe to say you have no rights at all. Least of all involving this office."

The man stepped out into the dim light of the office. He wasn't a tall man but he wasn't short either, neither skinny nor fat. It almost seemed he could be the definition of mediocrity... but given the amount of information in his possession , being mediocre was highly unlikely for this man. He couldn't be more then thirty years old... but then again Sebastian had been putting up the illusion of a forty year old for the last year, so it really could be anyway one under that pair of glasses. The man sat down in the seat across from Sebastian.

"Take a seat, Mr. Cale."

"I'd rather stand."

"Oh of course you would. But I'm afraid you don't really have a choice in the matter." From behind Mr. Mystery a young man stepped forward, no older the Sebastian himself, wand at the ready. His dark hair framing the sides of his face. Judging by the look on his face, he had definitely killed someone in the past... at least one... maybe two.

"Are you threatening me?" Sebastian's hand slowly reached down towards the side of his chair where his wand was holstered.

"Looking for this, Doogie Dipshit?" Another voice, from behind him, American, had to be with the high amount of ego fueling it. Sebastian spun around quickly to face this new voice... this must have been the other shadow that had walked up to the office with the other two. He was bigger then the other guy but just as young looking, his hair was cut short, almost like he belonged in the military. He wore the same black uniform as the silent youth on the other side of the desk and in his hand he held Dr. Cale's prized wand. "Take a seat."

With a small grimace he set himself down in his chair. He must have snuck behind him while his attention was focused on the man with the glasses. Putting his elbows up on the table and intertwining his fingers in front of his mouth.

"What can I do for you, Mr...?"

"Now that is a much better way of asking me for my name, Mr. Cale. I knew you could be sociable. My name is Jonathon M. Reppir also known as The Ripper in the underground dueling circuit. But seeing as me and you are such good friends now, you can call me Jack."

"What are you doing her-"

"Ah ah ah. Don't be so hasty, Mr. Cale. Clearly you don't understand the rules of the game we are playing here. We are playing the information game. I give you something then you give me something. I gave you my name so you are going to tell me what happened in the Intensive Care Unit this morning."

Sebastian paused for a few moments, his eyes searching those of the man in front of him for any sign of weakness... he found none. This man was here to get something and he was not going to be swayed away from his goal. He held the same look as Sebastian's father.

"At about nine o'clock this morning I got called in to help with a set of strange case of seizures. I was just as lost as every one else until I actually got there. Have you ever seen anyone under the effects of the Cruciatus curse? That probably goes against your little rule about questions now doesn't it? Anyway, if you've ever seen it its not something you forget in any set amount of time. The strange thing was a couldn't find anyone performing the curse. Everything I've ever read suggests that the curse can only be preformed one to one. One caster one victim. But I couldn't find one person. Do you know wh-"

"Please continue, Sebastian."

"Of course... Well I couldn't find anyone to stun out of continuing the curse so I made a last ditch effort and used Finite to try and cancel it out. It worked, but I'm afraid I was to late, their bodies just couldn't take it and they died in recovery."

"You saw them die?"

"No I could barely walk after I canceled the curses... one of the orderlies helped me up here and a nurse informed me of their passing."

"Their name?"

"Lori Talon."

"You really canceled all three of those Crucio curses?"

"Yes."

Mr. Reppir pushed up his glasses with a small smile. "Interesting."

"Can I get a bit of information from you ok now?"

"Certainly."

"How do you know so much abo-"

"Lori Talon's real name is Jaisen Christianson. She was sent here by me to keep an eye on you. Gentlemen, we are leaving."

At his word the two young men made their way to the door as Jack stood up, buttoning up his coat.

"Mr. Cale. Be here tomorrow morning at four and I can give you a way to save your career, otherwise I'm afraid you will be going to prison."

As he made his way out the door Sebastian called after him.

"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?"

"We are the Knights of Caesar. Good day, Mr. Cale.