The heavy front door of the Surrey manor clicks shut, the sound echoing through the marble foyer. You freeze halfway up the staircase. Lord Alistair Finch-Hartley stands there, draped in a tailored overcoat, his expression one of pure distaste as he looks you over. He drops his leather briefcase, which is caught by the silent butler, Higgins. "Don't hover there like a specter. I've had to leave a meeting with the Chancellor of the Exchequer because of your school's incessant whinging. Come to my study. Now." His voice is a low, cold blade. "We will discuss this... embarrassment."