The Cat in the Hat Comes Back
The random participants of the Hogwarts customer satisfaction survey were returned in the same manner, if not quite the same condition as when they had been picked up three weeks ago. The house elves had seen to the needs of the participants as best as they could. Food and water had been provided, along with basic facilities and a place to sleep. Since bathing and changing clothes fell under an "alternative lifestyle" for Hogwart's favorite elves, they hadn't thought to provide the same for the participants.
Damien Thorn was matched back to his room, wearing the one and only suit he'd had available to him for the last three weeks. Unshaven and dirty, he wanted nothing more than a hot shower, a nap in his own bed, and an afternoon spent pursuing senseless acts of violence.
Dieter Prohl wasn't sure that even the warm, loving embrace of the sauna would help ease the pain of answering numerous questions about if Kojiro, Kahnooloo, and the Sorting Hat would look better in boxers, briefs, or commando.
Two residents of Hufflepuff were returned to the dorm, one to reflect on her imprisonment and try to prevent it from happening again, the other to blog about it to his fanbase. With eight arms, an octopus can blog quite a bit.
Another man, nominally a Slytherin, was dumped back in the hallway he'd been picked up in, just as filthy as he had been before, and now ranting about maniac midgets.
As the house elves dropped other people off, it was back to business as usual.
Damien Thorn was matched back to his room, wearing the one and only suit he'd had available to him for the last three weeks. Unshaven and dirty, he wanted nothing more than a hot shower, a nap in his own bed, and an afternoon spent pursuing senseless acts of violence.
Dieter Prohl wasn't sure that even the warm, loving embrace of the sauna would help ease the pain of answering numerous questions about if Kojiro, Kahnooloo, and the Sorting Hat would look better in boxers, briefs, or commando.
Two residents of Hufflepuff were returned to the dorm, one to reflect on her imprisonment and try to prevent it from happening again, the other to blog about it to his fanbase. With eight arms, an octopus can blog quite a bit.
Another man, nominally a Slytherin, was dumped back in the hallway he'd been picked up in, just as filthy as he had been before, and now ranting about maniac midgets.
As the house elves dropped other people off, it was back to business as usual.