"No, for once this isn't a Potter's fault. The hotel has magic of its own, or the ghosts--that's up for debate--and has pulled people here from all different realities. I haven't been able to find a pattern, but there has been an increase in arrivals from our world lately. First it was just me and Regulus, then the girl Weasel and Longbottom arrived, Regulus got sent away, and now there's a few of you that have arrived all together." He wasn't sure if others had experienced something similar, and made a note to ask sometime in the future. "Don't try to understand it though. It just leads to a mental breakdown."
Theo couldn't help but grin a bit. He remembered being as helpless as Draco was feeling, and most days he could still barely manage to feed himself. He had, however, perfected the tea-making process. "It's not useless, Draco, it's meant for communication. It can no more make tea than a fireplace could," he said, as patiently as he could. "I can't do anything about Potter--I've run into him too, and he's truly a walking headache I agree--but I can help you with tea. There are no house elves here, so you're going to have to learn to make it yourself. It's not as difficult as you think it would be." He was quite proud of himself for figuring it out, with Senku's help.
"Come on, I'll show you the kitchens. Have you eaten? When did you get here?"