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[[Prof Sysape (Scott) looks down at Donald]]
Prof Sysape: Shouldn't three Torvalds such as yourselves be in class right about now?
Donald: Y-Yes, Prof. S-Sysape.

[[Donald, Harry, and Harmony hurry from Prof Sysape]]
Donald: Zounds, is that Sysape one scary bugger.
Harmony: He may be the school scripts master, but he's been after the Defense Against the Black Arts position for years.

[[Three silhouettes continue to hurry]]
Donald: If you ask me, if it's the color of one's hat that matters, his would be darker than most.
Harry: Isn't it a little early to be typecasting him as a villain?
Harmony: SHH!

[[The three students stand alone at a corridor intersection]]
Harmony: Does... this hallway look familiar to you?
Harry: Great. We're in a maze of twisty passages, all alike...