"Right? This shit's trippier than I thought it'd be," Kirley said, with a grin towards the lovely vision in front of him. He didn't normally go in for gingers, so it seemed that his subconscious was trying to fill in a void. "I don't know about being lost. I didn't expect to wake-up here. Actually, I woke-up in my bedroom at the Palace, then walked through the bathroom door to...here. Like I said, the potion is trippier than I expected."
He shook his head to clear it a bit, because he wanted to be clear-headed enough to enjoy the trip while it lasted. Everything really was hyper-realistic though. He didn't remember being cold the last time he used this particular potion. Warm, even hot, but not cold. He also could have picked about a thousand better destinations than Hogwarts in what seemed to be the middle of winter, but then that was the point of psychedelic potions. You didn't get to control the trip you took.
"So darling, what's your story?" This man might be a vision within a potion-induced fantasy, but that didn't mean there wasn't a story. He always liked to play along and see where things went. He took a few steps closer, still holding the sheet around him. "You got a name?"