"Oh, Portkey," George said with a bit of a smirk, "we are pulling out all the stops, aren't we?" He eyed the toilet seat. "Though I suppose it might not be a Portkey at all, but instead something designed to embarrass. Years of being me have taught me to think of these things." He gave her a wink and put his hand on the toilet seat.
Immediately, George felt the familiar feeling of being pulled away from the world in the wake of the flying bathroom fixture. He knew that the magic of the Portkey would protect all passengers and their belongings, but he held on to the porcelain urn a little tighter through the maelstrom.
After several moments his feet found the earth again and he rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. He stared up at what looked like the Shrieking Shack but not quite.
"Haunted house tour?" He asked, still staring at the building.