Romulus Quirrell stomped around Dumbledore's office, while his wife, Cecilia, sat in a chair in front of Dumbldedore's desk, sobbing hard, and refusing to look at or even touch her daughter. Yes, they had grown out of casting spells at blood-traitors, bet their emotional damage that they were doing to their already fragile daughter was worse, in a way.
Romulus looked absolutely insane. His already thin lips were stretched into a forced grin, and his dark brown eyes bulging out slightly. All of this, combined with the facts that he was holding a canteen of firewhiskey, and licking his lips furiously made him look like someone who came straight from the loony bin. Any fool could see that he was furious. The very thought of it, respectable pureblood Death Eaters such as his wife and himself, having a daughter that brought another half-blood into existence was unbearable for him. If Dumbledore wasn't in the room with them, Romulus would have easily smacked Mirana across her face.
Dumbldedore was stunned at how Romulus and Cecilia were treating such a delicate situation. It was obvious that they had changed very little since their time at Hogwarts. This wasn't at all what he hoped for, even for such horrible children as the now Mr. and Mrs. Quirrell were. He had at least expected them to be angry with her attacker, but they were barely paying him any attention, as they yelled at their daughter, who was simply staring down at her lap, and keeping a hand on her lower stomach. Dumbledore liked to think that by doing this, she was trying to protect her baby from the wrath of his or her grandparents.
"Thousands of years..." Romulus said in a hoarse laugh. "Thousands of years keeping our family's blood clean...all gone to waste. "
Cecilia stopped crying long enough to chastise her daughter. "Mirana, you selfish bitch! You filthy blood-traitor! How could you do this to us?!"
Mirana stayed in her position, and spoke in a whisper. "Mum, it wasn't my fault. I was raped. The man grabbed me. I tried to fight him off, but I wasn't strong enough."
"MIRANA, YOU TWIT, YOU SNUCK OUT TO BE AROUND MU-"
"No, no, Cecilia, Mirana's right," Romulus interjected, taking a swig of his firewhiskey.
Cecilia flashed him an insane stare. "Please, Romulus, tell me why it isn't her fault."
"It's her headmaster's fault."
Dumbledore looked up at him. He had been wondering how far into the conversation they would be before he was blamed. "My fault, Romulus? Please, share with us your reasoning."
"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, Albus," Romulus replied in a harsh whisper, sticking his face just inches away from Dumbledore's. "You support that Muggle Studies class. You forced Cecilia and me to sit through that blasted class when we were students. You remember, don't you Cecilia? That blasted class that spread lies about how 'great muggles are.' It's your fault, Albus, that our name's been ruined, you old dolt!"
Dumbledore glared back at Romulus, refusing to give into him, and show any kind of anger. "Our Muggle Studies professor teaches his students nothing but facts, Romulus. And I'm sorry to say this, but if your main goals for your daughter were for her to have pureblood children, and to spread hatred, you've failed miserably as parents." He took a few moments to draw a slow breath, and calm down. "Every wizarding family, no matter how clean their blood may seem, has interacted with muggles. One day, you and your wife will have to realize that your grandchild is half muggle. Now, I think you've overstayed your welcome. Come, and I'll show you both the door." But as he was leading them out, Cecilia turned to her daughter.
"That will NEVER be my grandchild," she said coldly. "You are no longer part of the honorable family."
"Mum!"
"Don't 'mum' me! You and your filthy half-blood parasite will stay away from us!"
"ENOUGH!" roared Dumbledore, pushing them both out, and slamming the door shut behind them. "Such wonderful people," he muttered, sarcastically. "Normally, Ms, Quirrell, I would allow you to stay and chat, but you look disturbed enough, and stress is not a healthy emotion for an expectant mother. I suggest you stay the night in the hospital wing."