Dylan finally trudged his way to the seventh floor. He had no idea how to activate the room of requirement. But it suddenly appeared anyway. Well he had been thinking about it. He wanted to play something. His date had gone dreadfully and he needed something to take his mind off it. He strode in, to see it bare with a grand piano in the centre.

Perfect. It was empty. He could play to his hearts content. First on the playlist. He'd have to think of something.