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They had been EVERYWHERE. The long walk from the Quidditch pitch to the school had been fun, in some ways - terrifying in others. Any time Emmaleigh began to slip on a particularly slippery patch of snow or ice along the path, Max had to practically launch his body around her waist to steady her. Luckily, they hadn't fallen once. It helped that they took it as slow as they could, of course.
After stopping by the kitchens to get two large mugs of tea, Max led Emmaleigh up to the seventh floor, careful not to spill much of the tea as he sipped it while they climbed. During the climb, they talked quietly about how they were going to go about getting in, what they needed to think as they walked passed, and what would happen if nothing happened. Upon reaching the top of the final set of staircases, he instinctively headed toward the Ravenclaw common room - then remembered the task at hand. Though it would certainly have been cozy there, Em couldn't come.
The Room of Requirement was calling their name.
Leading Em down the left corridor, Max slowed his pace, his eyes on the painting of Barnabus the Barmy. Then he turned, his eyes focusing on the wall opposite the painting. "Well. Should be here." He cleared his throat nervously, his stomach suddenly churning with worry that the room wasn't going to let them in. But... they were COLD. He still didn't have all the feeling back in his toes or the fingers carrying his broomstick. His ears were cold, too, and his nose! Max looked at the blank wall long and hard, silently pointing these things out to the wall as if it somehow needed prepping to fulfill their wishes.
He stepped back a few feet, leaving Em standing in front of where he thought the entrance would be. "You can do it." It wasn't an offer - it was an encouragement. He was too doubtful to think clearly enough to do it properly. Em would probably do a much better job at envisioning the kind of room they needed anyway, right? A cozy warm one.
If Max did it, it would probably just look very similar to his own common room.
They had been EVERYWHERE. The long walk from the Quidditch pitch to the school had been fun, in some ways - terrifying in others. Any time Emmaleigh began to slip on a particularly slippery patch of snow or ice along the path, Max had to practically launch his body around her waist to steady her. Luckily, they hadn't fallen once. It helped that they took it as slow as they could, of course.
After stopping by the kitchens to get two large mugs of tea, Max led Emmaleigh up to the seventh floor, careful not to spill much of the tea as he sipped it while they climbed. During the climb, they talked quietly about how they were going to go about getting in, what they needed to think as they walked passed, and what would happen if nothing happened. Upon reaching the top of the final set of staircases, he instinctively headed toward the Ravenclaw common room - then remembered the task at hand. Though it would certainly have been cozy there, Em couldn't come.
The Room of Requirement was calling their name.
Leading Em down the left corridor, Max slowed his pace, his eyes on the painting of Barnabus the Barmy. Then he turned, his eyes focusing on the wall opposite the painting. "Well. Should be here." He cleared his throat nervously, his stomach suddenly churning with worry that the room wasn't going to let them in. But... they were COLD. He still didn't have all the feeling back in his toes or the fingers carrying his broomstick. His ears were cold, too, and his nose! Max looked at the blank wall long and hard, silently pointing these things out to the wall as if it somehow needed prepping to fulfill their wishes.
He stepped back a few feet, leaving Em standing in front of where he thought the entrance would be. "You can do it." It wasn't an offer - it was an encouragement. He was too doubtful to think clearly enough to do it properly. Em would probably do a much better job at envisioning the kind of room they needed anyway, right? A cozy warm one.
If Max did it, it would probably just look very similar to his own common room.
It had taken forever to get back up to the castle, with their slow carefully placed steps. They had walked slowly in an attempt to avoid falling, but Emmaleigh had managed to slip several times anyways. Thankfully, each time she felt herself falling, Max was there to steady her. He truly was amazing.
When they stopped by the kitchen, Em had been tempted to quickly run into her dormitory to put on something a little more comfortable, and a little less bulky. She decided against it though, in an effort to get up to the Room of Requirement faster. Instead, she walked with Max into the kitchen. As the boy got their tea, Em grabbed a few things for them to snack on when they realized they were hungry.
As the climbed all the way to the seventh floor, they discussed the room they were going to try to enter. Well, it was mostly Max talking. Em tried to offer helpful suggestions, but with a basket full of food, and her large cuppa tea, She found herself concentrating on making it to the top without spilling everything.
That was it? She had never paid this spot much attention, though her being on the seventh floor was pretty rare. The only time she ventured this high in the castle was for divination, and trips to the owlery. It was just an ordinary spot, and she didn’t usually go around studying blank sections of wall.
She could do it? Of course she could. There was no way they were going to be forced to visit the crowed library, return to the kitchen with the house elves, or go to their own common rooms. They had need of this room, and she was determined to get them in there. “Can you hold this please?” she asked, handing her tea over to Max. If she had to hand onto that while she did it, the room would probably only contain a mop due to her fear of spilling it all.
Sitting the basket of food on the floor, Emmaleigh squared her shoulders and began making her first pass, thinking of what they needed from the room. All they needed was a small cozy room, with a warm fireplace, and a comfy sofa. Something to prop their feet on and a table to set their drinks on would be good too. As she walked, she heard her snow pants making a swooshy sound. They needed a room for both of them. Once more, she found herself wishing they had changed clothes. Turning for her next pass, she shook her head. That wasn’t what she was supposed to be thinking about right now. She was supposed to be thinking about how they needed warm blankets, in their cozy little room. Their room with a fireplace, and seats, and a table or two, their place to warm up together. Making her final pass, she thought about how it needed to be a pleasant room that they would enjoy being in, and well feel comfortable in. She concentrated on going over the list of things they needed one last time.
When she finished, she turned to see a door forming on the wall. She grinned at Max, “It worked!” Grabbing the basket off the floor, she waited eagerly to see what the room looked like.
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It had taken forever to get back up to the castle, with their slow carefully placed steps. They had walked slowly in an attempt to avoid falling, but Emmaleigh had managed to slip several times anyways. Thankfully, each time she felt herself falling, Max was there to steady her. He truly was amazing.
When they stopped by the kitchen, Em had been tempted to quickly run into her dormitory to put on something a little more comfortable, and a little less bulky. She decided against it though, in an effort to get up to the Room of Requirement faster. Instead, she walked with Max into the kitchen. As the boy got their tea, Em grabbed a few things for them to snack on when they realized they were hungry.
As the climbed all the way to the seventh floor, they discussed the room they were going to try to enter. Well, it was mostly Max talking. Em tried to offer helpful suggestions, but with a basket full of food, and her large cuppa tea, She found herself concentrating on making it to the top without spilling everything.
That was it? She had never paid this spot much attention, though her being on the seventh floor was pretty rare. The only time she ventured this high in the castle was for divination, and trips to the owlery. It was just an ordinary spot, and she didn’t usually go around studying blank sections of wall.
She could do it? Of course she could. There was no way they were going to be forced to visit the crowed library, return to the kitchen with the house elves, or go to their own common rooms. They had need of this room, and she was determined to get them in there. “Can you hold this please?” she asked, handing her tea over to Max. If she had to hand onto that while she did it, the room would probably only contain a mop due to her fear of spilling it all.
Sitting the basket of food on the floor, Emmaleigh squared her shoulders and began making her first pass, thinking of what they needed from the room. All they needed was a small cozy room, with a warm fireplace, and a comfy sofa. Something to prop their feet on and a table to set their drinks on would be good too. As she walked, she heard her snow pants making a swooshy sound. They needed a room for both of them. Once more, she found herself wishing they had changed clothes. Turning for her next pass, she shook her head. That wasn’t what she was supposed to be thinking about right now. She was supposed to be thinking about how they needed warm blankets, in their cozy little room. Their room with a fireplace, and seats, and a table or two, their place to warm up together. Making her final pass, she thought about how it needed to be a pleasant room that they would enjoy being in, and well feel comfortable in. She concentrated on going over the list of things they needed one last time.
When she finished, she turned to see a door forming on the wall. She grinned at Max, “It worked!” Grabbing the basket off the floor, she waited eagerly to see what the room looked like.
Grinning to himself as she obliged, Max set his broomstick on the floor before taking Em's tea from her. He held their mugs in his hands, enjoying the warmth they produced as he observed her pacing in front of the door. Though he was curious as to what she was imagining or saying they needed, he didn't ask - no need to break her concentration.
Then the door appeared! She did it! "You did it!" The Room DID like them after all. Well, hopefully it did. For all they knew, the room could turn out to be much different from what they thought they needed. "Right. Let's go!" After she picked up the food basket, he gave her back her mug of tea, opened the door for her, then picked up his broomstick, following Emmaleigh inside the Room of Requirement with anticipation.
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Taryn's head was practically spinning with all of the new developments of late, she wasn't quite sure which direction to go in any of this. What exactly should she tell Milton? What decisions should she make? The more she thought on it, the more she realized that if the situation were reversed, she'd want him to tell her. She didn't want there to be secrets. Not about this. This was her LIFE and Milton could either deal with it or he could be out of it.
His choice.
She was feeling super confident about that as she waited for him to show up. Leaning against the wall, she was hit with a sense of deja vu. Well, this time, things would be a bit different. Or a LOT different, more likely.
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Originally Posted by Colley ♥
Taryn's head was practically spinning with all of the new developments of late, she wasn't quite sure which direction to go in any of this. What exactly should she tell Milton? What decisions should she make? The more she thought on it, the more she realized that if the situation were reversed, she'd want him to tell her. She didn't want there to be secrets. Not about this. This was her LIFE and Milton could either deal with it or he could be out of it.
His choice.
She was feeling super confident about that as she waited for him to show up. Leaning against the wall, she was hit with a sense of deja vu. Well, this time, things would be a bit different. Or a LOT different, more likely.
So... Milton was worried, kind of. He knew Taryn had been wanting to be one of Evolette McKenna's little modeling minions forever and that she totally had it, but there was something else that she needed to talk about. And apparently they had to do it in secret... It was odd, but Milton remained calm. No use in worrying just yet, really.
Approaching the familiar wall, Milton smiled at Taryn and kissed her in greeting. "Hello, love." She didn't look nervous, so that was a good sign. Milton gestured at the wall. "Shall we?" Or, shall she? He would let her do the room-creation business.
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Originally Posted by sarahlooo
So... Milton was worried, kind of. He knew Taryn had been wanting to be one of Evolette McKenna's little modeling minions forever and that she totally had it, but there was something else that she needed to talk about. And apparently they had to do it in secret... It was odd, but Milton remained calm. No use in worrying just yet, really.
Approaching the familiar wall, Milton smiled at Taryn and kissed her in greeting. "Hello, love." She didn't look nervous, so that was a good sign. Milton gestured at the wall. "Shall we?" Or, shall she? He would let her do the room-creation business.
Taryn was going back and forth in her head as she waited, pondering her options. Which was the better one? What about the other things? When she spotted Milton, her brain shut down. "Hi." Eh, that came out smaller than she'd wanted it to. She just smiled at him and returned the kiss and THAT was when she started feeling nervous. She was REALLY hoping that Milton would be understanding and helpful, but she had a feeling that he wouldn't be... not with ALL of it.
She'd almost forgotten that they were going to seek entrance into the room of requirement, "Right." Taryn nodded but it was evident in her voice that she was quite distracted. She did her thing, pacing and thinking and there it was! Good. Cause she really wanted to be somewhere where she felt comfortable enough to tell him everything.
Without another word, she reached for Milton's hand and led him inside.
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