[X] Hogwarts
So, to recap, I'm now the Headmaster of Hogwarts, a school for witches and wizards.
This... May be an issue. After all, everybody knows that the role of Headmaster is passed on through murder. Snape became Headmaster after killing Dumbledore, Voldemort didn't live long enough after that, and I presume Harry ended up as Headmaster after he graduated.
The problem then becomes, how the hell did I kill Dumbledore, and how much are people going to hate me for it?
...Well, maybe I'm overreacting. Perhaps I'm merely substitute Headmaster, while Dumbledore is on holiday. That's clearly also a thing, since I doubt the Ministry would allow a boy to become Headmaster when he's only been through six years of wizard education.
And maybe this is before Dumbledore even became Headmaster!
...Wait, no, that's worse, it means he'd try to kill me for it.
I should find out the date, before the wizard with the Elder Wand started coming for my bone marrow.
I look around for a moment, looking for a door.
Nothing.
Well, this is Hogwarts. There's probably a secret statue somewhere with a password. And since I would have given that password, it's easy to guess what it is.
"I am Lord Voldemort, and you will reveal your secrets." I say. Not a password I should ever let anyone overhear, in case they thought I was serious, but it's not like anyone would ever have a reason to say it.
A golden statue of me slides upwards, revealing a staircase down to...
...Huh. I recognize that. It's the Headmaster's Office in the movies.
Guess I'm in Hogwarts already.
I walk down the stairs, and look around. On the wall, there are dozens of sleeping portraits. The former Headmasters.
I can see Dumbledore's portrait on the wall, but not Snape's. So I'm pre-Deathly Hollows, at least. I know nothing except that, though.
A moment passes, and Dumbeldore's portrait opens it's eyes.
"Ah." He says. "You're awake. You secretary mentioned that you were going to be late."
I have a secretary?
"They also mentioned that you aren't properly awake until noon." He continued. "So she left a note on your desk, so you can remind yourself of whose at the interview before you get there."
Interview?
...Oh, right. Defence Against the Dark Arts. That's a thing.
I should see if I can break Voldemort's curse, so I don't need to hire a new person every year.
Still, I need my priorities.
I'm in the Harry Potter universe. A fictional universe, though not anymore, I suppose. A world where tons of people get one of the most versatile forms of magic that I know of, probably only just behind The Will and The Word. And I'm Headmaster of a school of magic.
I need to know something, and I need to know it now.
I click my fingers, and a House Elf appeared.
"You called for Sleepy, sir?" It asked, yawning as it did so.
"Yeah." I replied. "How much food can you bring me on short notice?"
"No limit, sir." Sleepy replied.
I'm in heaven.
"Get two more House Elves and bring me as much breakfast as you can." I say. "And send someone to tell the DADA Professor candidates that I'll be delayed a bit."
"At once, sir." Sleepy replied with another yawn. "I'll get Grumpy and Doc to lend a hand."
"Perfect." I say. "Chop chop."
The House Elf vanishes, and I smile.
"This is the best job." I say, picking up the list of people I need to interview and counting the names.
...Nineteen people? Huh. A surprising amount of people are willing to risk the curse.
Ah well, doesn't matter. I put the list down as the House Elves start appearing, with toast, cereal, and- Ooh, pancakes.
Delicious.
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Voting Begins! You may now start rolling your 1d20's and 1d100's for whichever character will preform your voted for action.
Also, as a suggestion, I wouldn't recommend burning dice to discover identities. Only 3-4 people from this vote will still be in Hogwarts for the next one, and you don't want to waste those dice, do you?