"The best I've been able to come up with is some sort of interdimensional space that has modeled itself off an island off the coast of Scotland. The magic that powers it is far beyond me, and every time I think I've figured it out, something happens that proves me wrong." Theo sounded far less concerned about this than was probably healthy, but he had had months to become accustomed to the place. "Sometimes the hotel travels to other worlds. Last month we were in New York City, but it was empty except for people who wanted to kill us that seemed to come from our own worlds."
He nodded at Draco's question. "Yes, we have potion ingredients. The hotel sometimes provides us things from home. It brought my library here! And other people have workshops. THere's a greenhouse that everyone can use as well." He hesitated. "As fair warning, Longbottom can usually be found there. He's been fairly quiet thus far. Actually asked for my help in brewing dreamless sleep." He paused for a moment, made a face. "Draco. It's been a very weird few months for me. I think I've had several mental breakdowns, and I know I'm not making a lot of sense. I'm really glad you're here, though." He knew it would take awhile for Draco to feel the same, but Theo was hopeful this could be a chance for them to get their friendship back on course--despite the harsh reality that they wouldn't remember anything by the time they got home.
"Okay, so this, Draco. Is a kitchen," he said, as they arrived. He gave his friend a cheeky grin. "I know that neither of us have ever stepped foot in our own kitchens, but this place is different. You're going to have to suck it up and become self-sufficient enough to not starve."