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Yourenodaisy · 10-05-2012, 05:55 PM

Text Cut: Max from the entrance

Taking her tea back from Max, she nodded. “I can’t wait to see what it looks like.” She hoped the room had what she had requested. Excitedly, Emmaleigh walked through the door being held open for her.

Entering the room, she took it all in. It was probably a little bigger than her bedroom at home, and the light from the fireplace flickered across the room. The walls were lined with several bookshelves. A large comfortable couch and a chair and a half sat in front of the fire, with an ottoman that could be used as a footrest. The chair confused her, she hadn’t asked for that. There were side tables sat at each end of the couch, and the blankets she had wanted were draped over the back of both the couch and the chair. In the corner behind the couch, there was one of those room divider things, a coat rack, and two baskets sitting on the floor in front of it.

“What do you think?” she asked, setting the food and tea down on one of the tables. Unzipping her coat, she carefully hung it on the coat rack. Looking down at the baskets, Em realized they were full of the comfortable clothes she had wished they were wearing. The room had provided them with clothes, and a place to change. That was just a little embarrassing. Turning, she proceeded to examine the details of the room. Upon closer inspection of the bookshelves, she found they contained all of the books she enjoyed, and many, many more. Some of them must have been books Max liked, and maybe some that neither one of them had read. She hadn’t asked for these either, but it was as if the room knew they would enjoy their presence.

The room was perfect, as so was the boy she was sharing it with.

10-05-2012, 05:55 PM	#42 (permalink)
Yourenodaisy Billywig Join Date: Jun 2010 Posts: 3,747 Hogwarts RPG Name: E M Knight Fifth Year	Hufflepuff Forever Interstellar Hitchhiker Text Cut: Max from the entrance Quote: Originally Posted by Grangerfn1 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. Taking her tea back from Max, she nodded. “I can’t wait to see what it looks like.” She hoped the room had what she had requested. Excitedly, Emmaleigh walked through the door being held open for her. Entering the room, she took it all in. It was probably a little bigger than her bedroom at home, and the light from the fireplace flickered across the room. The walls were lined with several bookshelves. A large comfortable couch and a chair and a half sat in front of the fire, with an ottoman that could be used as a footrest. The chair confused her, she hadn’t asked for that. There were side tables sat at each end of the couch, and the blankets she had wanted were draped over the back of both the couch and the chair. In the corner behind the couch, there was one of those room divider things, a coat rack, and two baskets sitting on the floor in front of it. “What do you think?” she asked, setting the food and tea down on one of the tables. Unzipping her coat, she carefully hung it on the coat rack. Looking down at the baskets, Em realized they were full of the comfortable clothes she had wished they were wearing. The room had provided them with clothes, and a place to change. That was just a little embarrassing. Turning, she proceeded to examine the details of the room. Upon closer inspection of the bookshelves, she found they contained all of the books she enjoyed, and many, many more. Some of them must have been books Max liked, and maybe some that neither one of them had read. She hadn’t asked for these either, but it was as if the room knew they would enjoy their presence. The room was perfect, as so was the boy she was sharing it with. __________________ So many things are possible just as long as you don't know they're impossible