Isobel had never been to the Room of Requirement. She had been at the entrance of it to hug Slytherins, but she had never actually been inside it. Which was why she was standing in the middle of the seventh floor. Truthfully, she had forgotten it was there until she had ran past it a couple days before. Now she wanted to go inside it. She walked back and forth in front of a wall, feeling like a complete idiot. In her mind, she was trying to figure out what she wanted it to become.

Isobel stopped and help Roza in her hand, staring at her for a moment. She wanted something that would make her egg happy. She started walking again, thinking about Roza, and wondering what would make her happy. When she stopped, sure enough, there was a door. Isobel regarded it for a moment, a little nervous. Then she walked toward it and slowly opened it.

In the room she was amazed at what she saw. In the middle of the room there was a giant piano. The rest of the room was filled with every kind of musical instrument imaginable. It would have been much awesomer if Isobel knew how to play any of them. She thought of the time she had seen Cora at the Three Broomsticks, she had been playing the piano. Nessie could play instruments too, and Isobel was jealous.

Isobel walked over to the piano and sat down on the bench in front of it. She carefully placed Roza on the top of the piano as she studied the keys. Hmmm. Isobel saw a button that said demo above it. She pressed it, and lovely music filled the room. She smiled and picked up Roza. "Let's dance," she said. She held Roza in her hands and began twirling around the room, in time with the music. She heard a soft noise, it sounded like a cat purring. She looked around confused, was it Roza? Nope, it was Star, who had followed Isobel in to the room. Isobel laughed. "Hey girl," she said.

Roza had not purred, but it seemed like there was something going on with her. When Isobel studied her, she could have sworn that she was brighter, the colors more profound. She smiled and danced again with her egg until the music stopped. Then she walked over to the piano and pressed the button again. She watched the swirly pattern on Roza's surface, and Isobel could have sworn her egg was smiling.