*shackkkCrackkkk!* the sound of thunder and lightning filled the night sky above Hogwarts, an old man sat in a chair a Phoenix perched on his shoulder gently rubbing into the crook of his neck.

The old man held a paper in his aged hand, the paper read 'Application to Hogwarts'.

"Fawkes what do you think about this young man?" The headmaster of Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore asked his familiar

Fawkes just cooed at the question, "yes I agree he seems promising but at the same time his masteries are quite troublesome," Albus voiced his thoughts

The application read,

Name: Morpheus

Age: 22

Graduated: Evernight school of the mystic arts

Talents: master's in divination and ritualistic magic

References: Calix Evernight headmaster of Evernight school of the mystic arts. James Finn professor of ritualistic magic at Evernight school of the mystic arts. Lucien Tempest professor of divination.

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Albus wrote a letter to Morpheus requesting an interview, as his quill glided across the parchment he hoped he was making the right decision.

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The floo came to life in the headmaster's office, a young man walked out he was tall and thin, his skin pale as a corpse, and his raven black hair was spiky and free.

As he entered the office he practically glided across the room his gait was confident and precise.

"Mr. Morpheus it's a pleasure to meet you," the aged voice of Albus Dumbledore reached Morpheus's ears

"Headmaster Dumbledore, thank you for having me," Morpheus spoke his voice was low but confident

"Of course please take a seat," Albus said gesturing to the seat in front of his own

Morpheus took the seat meeting Albus's eyes, the headmaster couldn't help but feel uncomfortable while meeting the young man's gaze.

His eyes were clear, like a mirror. He could see his own reflection in Morpheus's eyes and it unnerved him.

"You're wondering about my eyes," Morpheus spoke while relaxing in the seat

"Yes, I couldn't help but wonder if it is a family trait I saw you didn't have a last name listed," Albus replied with a small grandfatherly smile

"Yes, it's a rare family trait and I apologize I'm used to just signing Morpheus my last name is Everglade," he replied smoothly

Albus's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, smiling he said, "interesting I would love to hear more about it,"

"I'm sure," Morpheus replied with a smile not reaching his eyes

It looked kind of unsettling.

Realizing he won't get more information, Albus decided to move on with the interview, "I saw you requested to be the divination professor and you have a masters in the subject. Are you a seer? And how will you teach students that don't have the gift of the inner eye,"

Morpheus responded immediately, "I am not a seer, prophet, or oracle. My inherent talent in divination is hard to name, I could give you a demonstration if you would like. And I plan to teach students how to read crystal balls, bones, tarot cards, and more. It is a common misconception that only those with the gift can achieve success in divination,"

Albus blinked in surprise, he wasn't expecting such a response. Many of the divination experts he has met during his years all seem off their rockers, this man seems put together.

"Excellent! I would love a demonstration," Albus beamed in response

"Are you sure it's rather personal sometimes?" Morpheus asked

Albus seemed to think for a while before nodding, "yes I need to see your capabilities,"

Morpheus nodded, "grab my hands and look into my eyes," "remember what you see won't always be the truth," he added cryptically

Albus nodded and grabbed Morpheus's hands, he wasn't concerned about any Legilimency attacks as his Occlumency shields were rather strong.

As Albus peered into Morpheus's eyes the prospective divination professor began to mumble, his words were faint and in a different language.Albus began to see his reflection change, images started to appear, one of him and a red-eyed man fighting, one of the daily prophet headlines showing 'death eater attacks', finally he saw one of him falling from the top of Hogwarts. Albus lurched his hands from Morpheus's and backed away. He was now pale and sweat was forming on his temple, his wand was in his hand. Albus Dumbledore defeater of Gellert Grindelwald looked panicked. "What was that?!" Albus asked still in his alarmed state. "Divination," Morpheus replied cryptically as he strode to the floo, "I eagerly await your letter," he added while throwing powder into the floo and disappearing in a spark of flames

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