Murder At Hogwarts

[Disc Lorde]

Disc Lorde slumps down in his chair exhausted, his top hat askew. "Bah, half the students these days can't even hold a wand the right way. Nothing at all like the old days. Say what you will about that muggle-loving fool Dumbledore, at least when he was in charge the professors ran a tight ship." He nods at the Russian-sounding wizard igordragonian. "See, now, you've got the right idea. I welcome allies such as yourself in restoring this school to it's former glory. Now, I think that Murska fellow over there needs to be the first to go. Shirking his professorial duties like he's been, who knows what he's been up to, 'cept that it hasn't been educating young witches and wizards. What say you?"

He turns briefly towards the strangely expressive mime and nods vigorously in agreement. "Very well spoken. Let someone else have a go."