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Room of Requirement You're searching the castle for a mysterious room you have heard of called The Room of Requirement. You have searched every nick and cranny of the castle but still no room. You climb the stairs to the seventh floor and come across a stange tapestry showing Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet. You laugh at the silly tapestry until you side almost burst. Then you remember hearing the Room is located opposite such a tapestry. You turn around expecting to see a door, but find a blank wall instead. You start walking back and forth three times concentrating hard on what it is you need. Suddenly a door appears. You open it and discover you have found the Room of Requirement... |
Anyone?(: The room of requirment.Last term this had been such an important place for Fee and being back brought some memories.Good and bad ones,not that she was sad to be back.And besides that there would be some bubblegum Quidditch soon, Kurumi and her just needed to tell their clique when and where.It would be soo much fun. This time the blonde wanted a light purple one. Oh sweet ideas. Sitting down on the ground the girl sighed,it was beautiful here.No idea where she was but it was amazing.The sun and the sand and everything about it.Really, how cool was it to know a room that changed into what ever you wanted it to?! |
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When the blonde heard Hugo liked the former charms teacher she chuckled."Dont tell me you had a crush on her too",the girl raised an eyebrow,"because Rex does."Actually it was pretty funny to see him act around her but no more now.Meehh. "I am excited how the new teachers are",the Slytherin said. Hopefully not to strict,the lessons should be fun. |
*Not finding the second year Michael Matty figured he would go to the room of requirement to play some music. Walking back and forth he waited until the all to familiar door came up. Pushing it open he left it open. He smiled seeing the old room he knew so well. A large room lined with books, a piano, a few soft chairs and couches, and a fireplace. Sitting by the piano he started to play a tune he had been working on. Then for fun he started playing Respect by Aretha Franklin. His singing was no where near as good as her's but it was all in fun.* |
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*After a few minutes he stopped playing and started to get up. But he got his footing wrong and tripped over the piano bench falling flat on his face.* "Ow..." *Lifting his head up he noticed a small drop of blood that started to grow. Great, a broken nose. Pulling out his wand he fixed his nose but it still kept bleeding. With a growl he got up and headed to the hospital wing.* |
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"I knooooow",she said,"and to make it worse she is the head of my house."This woman was just soooo freaky and scary. |
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"Not as cute as me but yes",Fee laughed.Of course she was joking and she dodnt even know why she had said that out loud.Make a fool out of yourself."You still havent met her?",the blonde said shocked"she is pretty much like him,very nice."When thy whent shopping it had been so funny to let Rex carrie all the bags.Hah,good boy."You are his best male friend i am sure you will be the best man",the Slytherin nodded even though it surprised her Hugo thought of that,"its pretty cute that you want to be the best man."Maan, she wasnt good with words today. He doesnt like you the way you like him, she repeated in her head over and over again. "Eino threw Faustus off the owlery tower?",the Slytherin asked shocked.Did she hear the right thing?!What was wrong with Eino?!"Why?"And then Fee started laughing out loud when she saw thue expression on Hugo's face. |
Ivan stared at the blank wall in front of him with a frown on his face. What had that boy said again? Think of what you need? What you desired? Ah hell he couldn't remember but all he knew was nothing was happening except him staring at a blank wall like a crazy person. Maybe he should go find that boy again and make him do it for him. Or one last try at it himself. Staring at the wall again he concentrated as hard as he could and still nothing happened. "Ugh stupid wall. LET ME IN! Open sesame? Umm..." Drat he was out of ideas. |
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"So...what is this place?" he asked as soon as the door closed and he kept his eyes searching the room. It was a room in a wall! How freaking awesome was that? "This is so cool. I mean really. Look at this?" he said holding out his free hand and taking it all in. |
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Dropping his hand she made her way to the chair and plopped down. Smiling she said, "Have a seat somewhere, Ivan." |
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His eyes fell on a couch and with a grin he dropped himself on it so he was lying down. "Why the Gryffindor common room? Why not someplace else?" |
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"What would the room have become for you?" she asked curiously as she shifted in the chair to look at him. |
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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. |
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She slid out of the chair and moved to him. Folding herself into the floor she sat beside the sofa and looked at him. "You okay?" she asked. She didn't want him to be sad. |
"Yes, it's the way it was a year after we moved, when I was able to come back to visit my cousin. I came back here and that plaque had been put up but everything else was kept the same" He kept his eyes on the ceiling but he knew where he was, or rather what the room was. Feeling her move closer to him he looked at her and smiled slightly though not really heart felt. "I'll be fine. Can you change it back?" he asked as his eyes caught sight of the plaque and then quickly went back to her. He reached one of his hands down and grabbed her hand. "Could it change into some place outside? Or does it have to stay a room?" he asked changing the subject and hoping she did as he asked and changed the room. "Could you just stay in here all the time?" That would be cool. No one could find you. |
Witsy needed to practice. After seeing the list for Gryffindor's potential players for Quidditch she needed all the practice she could get. She needed to all that she is. She paced and paced thinking Quidditch. Focus, she keeps repeating, focus. Witsy yearned to make the Quidditch team hopefully as a seeker, but anything would be just as great. Try-outs are soon, focus... and a door appeared from the wall and she entered. |
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Squeezing his hand gently she smiled a bit sadly. "I think it will only be a room. It would indeed let you stay here all the time, actually. I read that during the Battle of Hogwarts that there were students that stayed here to escape attack by Death Eaters," she said matter of factly. Then she furrowed her brow. "Thinking about hiding, then?" |
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