Kirley woke with a groan. His head was pleasantly foggy, and his entire body felt like he'd been stampeded by a wild herd of hippogriffs. Or, in this case, a wild herd of horny young women. Three of them, in fact. Did three women make a herd? No matter, they'd certainly ridden him hard all night long. He couldn't complain.
He stretched without opening his eyes, reaching for warm, supple bodies. He only touched empty sheets. Disappointing, but maybe that was alright. The band had an early rehearsal and a show later; distractions could wait until the afterparty. He slowly opened his eyes, stretched again, then levered himself off the mattress. He pulled the sheet with him, not because of modesty but because there was an unusual chill in the room. He was going to have to talk to someone about the temperature charms again.
Padding across his carpeted bedroom floor, he kicked open the bathroom door with his foot and stepped through--into a hallway? Since when did the Bubble palace have such ugly stone hallways? Had there been an overnight renovation he wasn't aware of? He didn't think that was possible; Kirley was many things but he'd never not known when renovations were happening at the Palace. And neither he nor any of the others would have approved of...this.
"What the fuck?" He must still be high from the night before. They'd taken some lovely psychedelic potions that induced visions; he was still tripping. "I'm going to have words with that madman the next time I see him."
Deciding to just see the trip to the end, he started wandering down the halls. If he didn't know better, he'd say this was Hogwarts. Why would a potion give him a vision of Hogwarts? Well, actually, he could think of a few reasons why, but there were no sexy seventh years in short robes to be seen, so he didn't think it was that type of vision. Disappointing, but who knew what would happen a few moments from now. These types of trips were wonky sometimes.
The halls were empty, and the portraits stared at him through his wanderings. He kept the sheet wrapped around his shoulders, but the stone was cold on his feet. He hadn't thought of slippers because he'd been expecting to walk into his bathroom with the beautifully heated tiled floor. He didn't remember the last trip with this specific potion being so...hyperrealistic. Clearly someone had made some modifications to the ingredients, and Kirley didn't think all the changes had been positive.
There was a figure at the end of the hallway, only coming into focus as Kirley got closer. Not a nubile young witch, but a tall, slender man dressed in a thick traveling cloak. He had an oddly broken nose, Kirley noticed.
"Hello there," Kirley said, his voice still husky from sleep and the aftereffects of the partying he'd done the night before. "I don't remember seeing you at my party last night, so you must be a lovely addition to this trip I'm on."