The door quite suddenly slammed behind Donald - and of course, such loud noises make people want to look. And what stood there was...

... Well. One could almost call it a male version of Magica. He certainly looked like her, almost down to the fashion sense. He cupped his beak, amused, tilting his head. "Well. Well. Well." At least the voice confirmed this wasn't Magica, if that was any comfort at all. "You must be the delectable little morsel my dear sister is obsessed with. I can certainly see why."

Didn't that just raise a boatload of questions!