The sensation of the portkey was both terrifying and thrilling at the same time, and Parvati laughed without even meaning to as she felt herself yanked through space. She landed light enough, and hoped the content of her box managed to survive the journey intact. They only needed to remain intact a little while longer.
She looked up at the shack, and was as pleased as she'd ever been. Oh it's brilliant! she thought as she looked up at it. "Oh this is far better than a Terror Tour, sir. This," she said with a flourish, "is the Smashing Shack. You and I and your fine brother there have 2 hours to ourselves with my little box of fun. Shall we?" She held her wand to the door and spoke the password that she had been given by the owner upon her reservation. "Porcupine Soup," she said, and the door to the shack swung open. Parvati walked inside and nodded approvingly at the interior, which was covered in black and white squares and was designed to magically prevent shards of glass from hitting you as you destroyed to your heart's content. She set her box on the throwing shelf, and opened it to reveal a huge assortment of vases, plates, glasses and bowls. "I took the liberty of picking us up some items to take out our emotions. Don't worry, the room's enchanted. Nothing that you throw against that wall or on the floor before this throwing wall will come past here. Amazing, yes?" she said, beaming. She turned around and found the stereo shelf, just as the owner described, and turned on some Weird Sisters, nice and loud. "I think Fred will enjoy the view from here, don't you think?" she said, and turned to him, smiling expectantly.
She grabbed a blue plate, and handing it to him said, "I think you ought to have the honor of the first smash."