Originally Posted by Cinn-O-Bun

"Really?" Well now that was cool. Turning his head on the sofa to look at her he watched her. So she felt safest in her common room? Hmm. Hearing her question he tilted his head back to stare up at the ceiling. The safest place for him. "So like if I think it will it change?" He didn't want to change what she had done.

Before he could stop himself the image formed in his mind and the room was changing though. The place he felt safest. It had been quite a few years ago and he'd only been there once but the image would be ingrained in his mind forever. His father's office back in Russia in the house him and his mother had once lived that was now owned by his cousin and maintained by him as well until Ivan reached his majority. A desk sat in the middle of the room with family pictures, rows and rows of bookshelves behind it, and the couch beneath him turned into leather. Above the mantel of the fireplace that had changed into a more extravagant one held a memorial plaque with a picture of his father issued by his cousin. "This is, was, my father's office," he said just as quietly as she had. And was the only place he'd ever felt completely safe and loved.