Profdessoe Richard Whiewash
"Oh, dear, that is dreadful! We'll have to get a crash team and a trace team out to Sir Upjohn's at once! Possession is always a bit unsettling to witness, yes. I can see how Thelugadam would see Sir Upjohn as a threat, yes. Well, no more time to chat now! Must get that crash team and trace team mobilized at once. Don't forget to document all your work as a practicum, and file for independent study credit! You'll have to catch back up on your student activity fees and pay tuition for the term, too! Must dash! Tell Mabel to lock up!" And, with that, Professor Whitewash sprinkles a pinch of metal filings around himself, makes an arcane gesture, mutters words that you can't hear plainly, and vanishes with a puff of white smoke. The room is suddenly filled with the aroma of nutmeg and cloves, and you are alone.