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Originally Posted by
Freds_caribbeangirl 
Rhea remembered the procedures, walk past and think about what you want the room for. Well she was meeting Oliver here and she needed it for a meeting. A meeting to discuss a seventh year going away party. She walked passed the wall back and fourth a few times until the door appeared, and thankfully so, she was beginning to feel a bit silly walking back and fourth like that.
She pulled the door open and walked inside then smirked. There were plushies and a round table here and there, ink wells and quills and parchments. Some tables contained butterbeers and snacks, fruits and what not, while the others had the stationaries. She plopped down on a plushies and grabbed an apple from the table and began nibbling on it while she waited for snake boy to turn up.
Oliver was, it seemed, perpetually late. He darted up the stairs from the dungeons, without pausing until he got to the top of the castle where he was supposed to be meeting Rhea. In the 'Room on Requirement', although the lad had never been there before. Well he rarely ventured up here.. unless it was to meet Cameron near her Common Room.
He panted, trying to get his breath back, clutching a stitch in his side as he squinted down the corridor. Where the
flarp was the place!?
Urgh. He leaned against the wall and took in his surroundings.. but then it dawned on him slowly that he was in fact leaning against a door. A door that hadn't been there moments ago...
Weird.
He turned to face it, and turned the handle, pushing open the large door to reveal a room equipped with everything he and Rhea needed for their task. And woe and behold.. there was the very girl he was looking for. He grinned at her.
“Well isn't this cosy.” He commented, a hint of his sarcastic flat humour to his tone. He walked into the centre of the room, the door closing with a crash behind him. He eyed a butterbeer rather shiftily before opting for a fruit juice. He had no desire to become hyper twitchy boy in front of Ms Rhea Bellaire.
He plopped down on one of the plushes.
“You're way too organised, you know that?” He smirked at the Huffie girl. If they were doing things his way, it would be just to turn up at this shindig and hope for the best. heh.