Ah, yes. Lucille had herd of this place. Her dad had used it a lot when he was at school, and Lucille was intregued. But what to ask? Hmm..she thought hard. Now that she came to think of it,, she was quite hungry. Thats it! she thought. What would she like to eat? An idea came strait into her mind.

Lucille crossed where she knew the door was concealed three times and thought hard:
I need Berty Bott's Beans, I need Berty Bott's Beans, I need Berty Bott's Beans...
The third time she thought this, the door appeared. Well, it was time to see if the room was as good as her father had made out it was!
She opened the door.....
Lucille's mouth fell into a perfect "o" shape. Inside were mountains of beans, every colour, every flaver. There were bean bags, made of Berty Bott's beans! There was a Bean chandelia, there was even a GIANT one standing in every corner.
"I could get to like this place!" smiled Lucille, her eyes still wide.

Rayedem was only walking out of the Ravenclaw common room when he realized he hadn't planned to go anywhere at all. Or perhaps he had, but he had forgotten. Thinking that going back in would pretty much look silly, he wandered on the floor, hoping to find somewhere in which he'd have something to do--say a library. He was totally slow in his first Arithmancy class, and he was determined not to be such an idiot in his next lesson.

I really need to catch up, he thought. Isn't being a Ravenclaw all about being smart? Right.. I am smart. Of course I am. Wait, am I? I was never that smart at school, but.. I am smart. I just haven't prepared myself for this all-new subject. My old school was boring. Right, that's it. I'm smart.

Still mumbling in his mind, Rayedem realized that he was walking around in circles in front of a blank wall. What the heck? He stopped dead at one point, his right hand clenched, on his chin, and the other one supported it. He stared at the wall, thinking why it was so empty. They could've put something in there, right? Strange.. Rayedem had no idea what the place was, and he kept on staring, deep in thought.

Rhea had wandered out of the common room. She needed to clear her head. Really needed to clear her head. Why was she thinking Aries Darkk?

I mean he's a player and a slimy git and all that other stuff....wasn't he? Yes Aries Darkk was a jerk and not someone to fancy.

She climbed and climbed and climbed not thinking about where she would end up. It wasn't like she hadn't climbed these steps before. They had to share common room with the Claw last year. Not the friendliest bunch. She shrugged but then stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed what seemed to be a first year staring into a room she had never seen before.

Had he found the room of requirements?

She had never found it before in all her five years at Hogwarts and a first year found it?? What are the odds. Then again she had never gone looking for it..had she?

She walked up to him and pet his head, then looked down at him.
"Good job squirt,"she said walking into the room.

Rayedem almost jumped at the voice that had just sprang to his ears. Again his right hand leapt to his chest, clutching his heart, his mouth fell slightly open. A girl? Well, this is really not the best situation that he'd want to be in. It's like the zillionth time in the day that someone's caught him off guard. Lowering his hand when he thought it's safe enough to do so, he said,

"Squirt? Er, are you.. Talking to me?" he looked around, well obviously there was no one else. He quickly regretted ever asking--he must look like a total idiot then. "Er, okay, thanks. I'm.. Well, a good thinker," was all he could say to respond to the girl's--ah--compliment. What good job? I don't even know what I'm doing! But he didn't bother letting it out of his mouth this time.

"What are you doing here, by the way?" he added just for something to say, for the girl in front of him showed an expression he didn't expect to see. What am I saying? Come on, quit being a weirdo already, Edem!

Rhea chuckled and shook her head when she realized that she had startled the young boy.
A bit jumpy isn't he? She convered with herself.

She threw him a bewildered look when he asked if she was speaking to him, looking around herself to see if anyone else was there. Upon seeing no one else she turned to look down at him again.
"Well yes I'm talking to you silly..I don't see anyone else here. Unless they're hidden under an invisibility cloak. She groped the air around her but felt nothing.

She nodded when he said he was a good thinker.
"That you are little one. You have uncovered the room of requirements."

She noticed all the books inside and frowned.
"Were you trying to find the library or something?" she asked turning her back on the room to look at him again.

Rayedem stood quite still then, amused. Seniority, he thought, and the charisma. Ugh. He always feels small when confronted with the combination of the two. It already happened all his life, why stop now? But at the girl's mention of an Invisibility Cloak, he chuckled.

"No, I don't think so." he said. He had meant to make fun of the girl about the Invisibility Cloak thing, but then backed out at the thought. It might be something he hasn't known about. Careful, now.. And what the heck's the Room of Requirements? Is she really making fun of me?

"I don't know what you mean with the Room of Requirem--" but as the girl looked past Rayedem's shoulder, he followed her gaze and his mouth fell even wider open. What. Is. That? On the walls which he thought to be empty, was now a door, holding itself open, revealing the room that's behind it. Books. Rows and rows of books. How could this be? "What did you do?" he turned back to the girl, frowning.

"Iiiiiiii didn't do anything Mister. It was all you. You're a dull fellow though. Is this the best you could do? A room filled with book? You must be a Claw." She shook her head and backed away from the room.

A little first year finds the room of requirements and have no idea at all about what to do and how he made it appear. She shrugged. Such is life.

" I hope you don't use this room to hide from teachers little one," she said voicing the wonderdul idea that had just plopped into her head. She didn't want to go searching for a hiding place and then he's in there, surrounding by rows of books.
She would definitely starve.
"So are you going to check it out or not?" she asked prodding him gently towards the door.

Stunned and confused, Rayedem said, "It.. Was me? Wait, I didn't want it to.. Transform into a room. All I ever done was think about my last Arithmancy lesson, and I--"

Wait, could it be? Rayedem's logic began to play. Room of Requirement.. I was in need of something that could help me cope with the lessons.. Books? Is that it? Right. I get it.

"You're right, I'm a Ravenclaw. Rayedem Roumimper, first year. You?" he continued excitedly, almost smiling then, "Nah, I was really looking for more books, really, maybe." he was sure the girl would understand even though he's speaking contradictory. He took another look to the room behind him and gave it a little thought.

"Maybe I will.. But it won't lock me inside, will it? Are you gonna come?" he asked, feeling hopeful yet scared, but also curious of what's ahead of him.

Rhea petted the little boy on his head again as he started to ramble. Seemed none of the firsties could form coherent sentences.
"Yes yes it was all you and your awesome Claw mind," she said dismissively.

Her mouth almost fell open when he told her his name.
"Ray Roumawhat???" She looked at him with one eyebrow raised.
"Your mom must have a good reason, I won't even ask how you got that name. I Think I'll just call you Ray then, is that ok?"

She raised her eyebrows more as he continued speaking. Ok this kid was making no sense at all.
"Sure I'll come in with you. Curiousity killed the cat but we're both human. Should be alright, don't you think?" She smiled at him and walked into the room, lit up brightly by candles.

Miles paced back and forth in the Room of Requirement impatiently. It was well after dark and he wanted to get started already. Glancing at his watch he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Where is she?" He bounced eagerly and turned to start his pacing again when his foot caught the trunk of Quidditch balls his cousin had bought and he tripped, flying over the trunk to land in a heap on the floor. As he hit the floor with a thud and his head on the trunk he winced a bit before laughing hysterically. See...this is why she should be here.

Rayedem looked at the girl as she spoke almost sarcastically. Well, it was a normal reaction, since what he said was, now that he thought about it, quite unimportant. Did she just pat my head? Oh well. Mature mode, on, then. Straightening up his head, he said, "Well, have you been here before?"

"Ray Roumawhat???" What? Rayedem actually burst out laughing at this. No one has ever addressed him that way, and this time, it was just.. Hilarious! Hilarious to hear something that's entirely new, "Roumawhat".. He couldn't stop laughing. His friends would call him "Roumim" sometimes, but "Roumawhat"?

The laughing continues.. As seconds flew by, his laughter began to fade. Still chuckling, he continued to say,

"Well, call me Ray, but I still don't know your name," he said, his stomach aching, not hesitating to return the girl's smile, and walked in with her into the room with her. "Whoa, this place is huge. How can you find the book you wanna read?" he asked in amazement.

Fia finally got away. Snuck out of the common room was like it. She only did this for Miles and no one else. She walked into the room, Miles was laugh...

All by himself...

...

"What in the world," she said with a confused look. "Do you always laugh at yourself...I mean by yourself?". She wore her favorite hat, that seemed to be his favorite hat too.

"Sorry I couldn't get away before now. Things were a lite crazy in the common room.". She saw the Quidditch things and grinned widely. This was going to be fun.

Miles looked behind him from his place on the floor as the door opened and laughed harder at Fia's reaction. "No not usually but I just tripped over the bloody box of balls," he giggled as he pushed himself up off the floor, "Try saying that five times fast."

He stood up fully and looked at her with a smile, "It's alright. First night and all..." Waving his arms around at all the stuff he grinned, "Now...down to business...what havoc can two reckless teenagers get into with a pair of illegal brooms and balls."

Okay! There were things she wanted to say but couldn't. There were things she wanted to say, but wouldn't. She simply crossed her arms to her chest and shook her head. "Not my fault you trip over your own...Quidditch...equipment.". She raised both brows, secretly trying to say the challeging words that Miles suggested to say fast five times. That would be hard to say and keep the words correct.

"Well when you are involved, apparently a lot. Might I suggest one thing at the beginning of the term, first say and all. We better earn ourselves a whole lot of points because I'm afraid that we will need them for the ones that will be taken away.". She walked over to where he was and held out her hand to help him off the ground.

"So have you tried out the new...brooms?". Yeah. It was pretty amazing that one never knew what happened in the Room of Requirements unless of course they were in the room at the time.

Miles smirked as Fia spoke and he knew she was fighting hard not to say something else. "Well I didn't say it was now did I?" Reaching into his pocket he popped a piece of chocolate in his mouth and looked around.

Laughing he shrugged, "Well the optimum goal would be not to get caught...but as always you're right." Chewing thoughtfully he looked down at everything on the ground, "No...I haven't yet. But that's only part of the plan..." he said cryptically. Bending down he opened the box of Quidditch Balls and waved his hand, "Voila. These...are the starring acts."

"Yes! I found it!" Virgi exclaimed. Virgi had had this place go down in her family for she was the 4th generation to have it. She was so excited! This place was the place her great-grandfather, Harry, had told her about. Dumbledore's Army, he would say every time she got on his lap. "Your great-grandmother over there sewing, knows all about it. She was a member." he would always say. And know she had found it. The place where Dumbledore's Army was held. The certain meeting she organized once again, that hadn't held place for 67 years.

Rhea stared at the boy as he started laughing. He kept getting stranger by the minute this one. She shook her head. Firsties.
He was still laughing..oh no...he's crazy. She's going into the room of requirements with a crazy RavenClaw first year. The things she got herself into.

"yes, Ray will work fine. I'm Rhea Bellaire. Fifth year HufflePuff and future editor and chief of the daily prophet." She said as she continued her walk into the room. The place was huge.

Then the crazy boy spoke again.
"Well Ray, I imagine they would be listed on author's name and such, so if you know the author of your book start looking. Personally I would rather this room had a fireplace big comfy chairs, a huuuuuge picture of Cedric Diggory...ah yes Cedric Diggory, he was definitely a fine HufflePuff.Not alot of those around anymore." She stopped her jabbering figuring he wasn't at all interested in long dead hufflepuffs.
" And butterbeers would be nice too," she added as an after thought.
"Have you ever had warm butterbeer Ray?"

Fia's green eyes watched Miles for a moment. The way he looked when doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing was priceless. When the balls took to their spotlight, as he said, she began to clap. She was happy as a lark, almost to the point of being giddy inside and out.

She walked over and picked up a broom and mounted. "I love how we could get into so much trouble for this," she said as she kicked off and began to fly around. She had to keep things simple and nothing out of the ordinary. She loved how she took over things without asking Miles.

"Are you sure you are really a Ravenclaw?". He was brave but there was one thing that stood out. "I guess you really are clever.".

Rayedem quickly straightened himself up as the girl, who had just introduced herself, shook her head. Okay, that was too much. But he hadn't laughed in the past two days, and now that he'd let it out, it feels really nice on him.

"Nice to meet you.. Rhea." he began. The Daily Prophet? Wait, I've heard that somewhere. Isn't that the wizarding world's newspaper? Man, she's really confident. Maybe Rhea could teach him how to be like that. "Editor in chief, huh? So you like journalism?" he asked, hoping that he remembered correctly.

He continued walking, looking around at the shelves of books, towering over him, and that made him dizzy. He blinked and shook his head as Rhea was mumbling. I don't know of any authors, he thought bitterly, and then it came to his thought that he hadn't told Rhea that he was a muggle-born after all. And who's Cedric Diggory? Rayedem almost laughed again for some reasons he wasn't even sure about. Perhaps he was excited to find out about it all. And finally, another mention of a foreign word, butterbeer.

"Butter.. beer?" he asked hesitatingly, not sure if he had repeated it right, "What's that? Well," etymologically, the word has something to do with beers. Well, he was only eleven, so he was of course forbidden. He decided to let this one thought out. He was sure that the wizarding world would have the same rule as the muggle one for this matter.

"No, I'm only 11, you know. Have you?" he asked back, realizing that Rhea had just mentioned that she was a fifth year.

Rhea nodded at the appropriate times while he spoke, so young so naive. She ran her index finger down the spine of a quidditch book and pulled it off the shelf. It looked to be a good read, maybe she would take it back to the dorm room with her.

Rhea dropped the book when Ray was flustered about butterbeer. Woah, where was this kid from muggle london or something..jeez.

"What does butterbeer have to do with you being eleven? It's not fire whiskey. Though I suppose your mommy still makes you warm pumpkin juice."

She shook her head again.

"yes, I have had butterbeer and it's deliteful. The next time we get a Hogsmede weekend I'm pulling your little first year butt down to the pub to have your first butterbeer." She said bending down to retrieve the fallen book.

Rayedem only stared at Rhea as she confidently walked on ahead and began pulling a book out of its shelf, seeming to perfectly know what she's doing. He, on the other hand, couldn't do so much. Finally he decided to explore the shelves, reading the weird titles, having no idea what they were about. He knew he needs to read his history books more.

"What, is it like Pepsi or something?" he challenged Rhea, hoping that he'd finally be able to outdo her in knowledge. Then he heard Rhea mentioned pumpkin juice, and he remembered that it was the one he drank at the start of term feast. Yuck. "I don't like pumpkin juice. It tastes weird. I prefer stuff like.. Dr Pepper." he concluded, as if he was commenting on that day's weather, but secretly anticipating Rhea's response. He didn't even like Dr Pepper, but.. Ah, it doesn't really matter.

"Hogsmeade?" he asked, turning his head. "Wait, no, don't answer, I'll find out about that one myself." he stretched out a hand at Rhea's direction, gesturing that she didn't need to say anything about his statement.

Rhea frowned and stopped in her tracks, then continued looking at books, running her finger down random volumns.

"What is this pepsi and doctor pepper? No wait...I had a muggleborn friend last year, they call their healers doctors, don't they? Ah yes. But why name your healers after spicies?" Again she shook her head.

"Muggles are strange creatures, very strange." She muttered.

She stopped again and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Why would you want to drink your healers? How do you drink your healers? I Think I'll stick with pumpkin juice and butterbeer thanks."

She looked like she was about to gag. The things those muggles got up to. When he seemed to not know about Hogsmede that came as less of a shock, she had only found out about it when she came to Hogwarts so she could let that one slide.

45 minutes later, Lucille left the room of requirement, looking green. She felt sick. Maybe next time she would think of something that wasn't edible.

Gotcha, Rayedem thought excitedly. Trying to repress a giggle, he looked at Rhea, who was still busy with her things, and said, "No, sillyyyy. Now I get to call you silly. Ever heard of trade marks?" he taunted. This mustn't feel good at Rhea, who, apparently, had always been a bossy one. Despite the fact that he so badly wanted to annoy Rhea back, Rayedem kept it within limits so as to not make her dislike him.

"I heard you say that!" he said, addressing her comments about muggle being strange creatures, "I don't think we are. I mean, you guys are the real weirdos. I don't see if butter has anything to do with beer.. Except for the color. Therefore I don't think those two would make a good combination." he added, thinking. He didn't know how beers taste, but his father always says it's good. Bitter, but good. Ah well.

Then, out of curiosity, he asked, "Are you a pureblood, Rhea?" tilting his head slightly to his right shoulder, he wondered if that's what make her skeptical about the muggle stuff he'd mentioned.