 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
Irial and Caitlin needed a quiet place just for the two of them. A place that had lots of room, a nice warm fire in the fireplace and various cushioned pieces of furniture for them to sit in. A pot of tea and some buscuits couldn't hurt either as the Hufflepuff's stomach growled something horrible.
Maybe nice open windows to look out at the grounds and watch the moon rise over the lake. Irial liked open places like that, and hopefully ... it would keep him in a good mood.
This conversation wasn't going to be pleasant.
Caitlin released Irial's hand only to pace infront of the entrance to the Room of Requirement, thinking very long and hard about the space they required. When the door finally appeared, she pushed it open, taking Irial's hand to walk inside, the door closing firmly behind them.
It was perfect. An earthy-tone color to it with a large couch and comfy chairs placed around a roarding fire. The warmth was very welcoming for Caitlin as she shivered, remembering how cold she'd been outside only a few moments before.
The windwos were enormous and the moonlight was already pouring in, adding an extra sort of glow to the room along with the light from the fireplace. On a small, cast-iron table sat a pot of tea, a pot of coffee, and various biscuits.
Turning to look up at Irial she offered him a sideways smile. "What do you think of it?" she asked, hoping for his approval. |