"Well, Happy New Year?" Hugo offered with a sardonic chuckle. His arrival had taken him from an ordinary Spring day. It had put him in Dumbledore's closet with nothing but the pajamas on his back, but he hadn't minded all that much when he found out how many family and friends were waiting for him.
He almost felt sorry for the bloke. Being taken from a high point, to a very unfamiliar place, couldn't be all that jolly. He wondered if Guy had any family here, but didn't ask. He still had to feed the wildcats. Best wrap this up, yeah?
"Unless you plan to cast cooling charms every five minutes, you might want to consider a new wardrobe. This here," he jabbed a finger at the sign, "is the clothes shop."