"I don't mind- but I do agree on the food thing" Dani nodded as she smiled at Zara. "I'm hungry" she laughed as she pulled back her curls into a pink ribbon and smiled at the other girls.

Heather looked at her box of brownies. "Well, i have these box of brownies." she said, showing it to both girls. "We can eat this at the great hall."

"Sure," Zara grinned, "That would be great, and I hope they have some other food too." Then a thought struck her mind. Where would they eat at the Great Hall?

Which table?

"Oh those brownies are amazing!" Dani nodded- "Gryffindor? You guys are both Gryffindor and I'm Slytherin so you beat me" she laughed as she smiled kindly at both of them.

Zara smiled, "Okay, let's go then," and she got her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She walked with her new friend Dani, and her lovely friend Heather. Out they went of the Room of Requirement.

"The lake is horrible," Orabelle said as she took another bite of the biscuit. And Sinclair was nawt her friend. She despised the girl. It was just that the girl had come from Beauxbatons so she had to have a little class. Even if it was a tiny amount. . . . Did he...? really? "I'm interested in someone else," she said with a roll of her eyes. besides, she never had problems with guys till she arrived here which was proven that this school was full of lunatics. Whatever. "And you might want to wipe your hands the next time you mess your hair around," she said with a little smirk.

Wheather following Nika was a good or bad idea could be debatable, but she was her best friend so she thought it polite to help Nika look for this 'room'.
"Ha. It's fine. It sounds pritty mysterious!" If they could only find it.

Listening to Nikas story she giggled a bit while tapping the bricks on the wall for some dort of passage way. "So when you needed it, it appeared and then it dissaperared?" Sounded magical! "So It's a... a come and go room?" she grinned. That is what she would call this so-called disappering room.

After a while she leaned against the wall and thought. Something she did quite a lot. "Well Hogwarts has a lot of secrets. Mabye it's a bathroom that just appears around different places of Hogwarts at different times... then dissapears?" Ok, that kindda made sence but it would be hard to find.
Then an idea hit her. "You said it appeared when you needed the bathroom, right? Well mabye if we need it again it will appear?" All they needed now was about 40 butterbeers.

What did Presley want in the room? Well, for starters her mum, but that was impossible. Presley knew that no spell could bring back the dead. It was something taught every wizard child since they were very small. Babbity Rabbity and her Cackling Stump had been the first Pres had learned about it. Finally she decided that she wanted her room at home. Once in the room she took a deep breath, relishing in the delicious scent of summer that her room always held. It smelled of sand, sunshine, the ocean, and a faint whiff of sunscreen. Everything was exactly as she had left it to come to Hogwarts. Presley grinned, picked up her favorite pillow that she had left at home, and stepped back out into the corridor.

So this was the Room of Requirement. Or the entrance, at least. What did she want in the Room? Emmy didn't have to think hard. She missed music. Her iPod had gone crazy as soon as she got to Hogwarts and she didn't bring a CD player. I want a room with music, I want a place to practice, Somewhere to just relax and play piano. Doors appeared and she pushed them open slowly. A beautiful piano, Grand Piano, sat in the middle of the room. She lifted the lid and sat down on the bench. In a basket nearby was almost all of her favorite songs. Emmy chose Beauty and The Beast, and started playing. The piano sounded wonderful, the notes so clear and sweet. She got lost in her music and forgot about everything, everything. She started humming and eventually singing quietly...... "Tale as old as time..."

Ella had ran through the door as soon as she had seen it appear. Thankyou!!!!

Entering the room she stopped and wiped her eyes. It had given her exactly what she had needed. A place to let out her emotions.. whatever they might be. She saw a CD player and a punch bag. Perfect.

Approaching the CD player, Ella pressed play. She laughed at the song that came on. Before she had come to Hogwarts, she had somehow got addicted to a Muggle channel called Nickelodeon. She ahd been watching all the programmes, including one called Big Time Rush. It was pretty bad, but for some reason she found the songs catchy. And one of these catchy songs came blasting throught the speakers as Ella pressed play.

Slipping off her cloak, she rolled up her sleeves. She wasn't violent.. aggressive, yes.. but not really violent. But she enjoyed the feeling of throwing punches at the punch bag. She was mad.. and this was a way to let it out. A much better way than breaking something that wasn't hers and upsetting somebody. When she got like this, her brothers had often left the room closely followed by anybody else..

By now the tears had returned, and they flowed down Ella's cheeks as her punches got harder and harder. Finally out of breath, she went sit on a bean bag. She just sat there.. not knowing what to do next.

Bursting out in laughter at her actually relaxing around him. " thanks for the tip. But how do you think I get my hair to spike so well"regaining his breath from the laughing " So tell me 3 things about you I dont know ... and to show you I am not nosey I will go first. One" ticking them off on his fingers "I raised my owl from a hatchling...Two My dad is a Paramedic ....Three last year was really bad for me.So bad I yelled at Lefay in her office infront of other students " taking a drink frm his goblet of milk. Then wipeing the milk from his upper lip ... She was not going to get him twice

Orabelle smirked. "Grease?" she offered. Or gel. Both which were equally disgusting. She had no idea why he was laughing though. Dirty hair was a serious matter and it should not exist. Three things about her that he didn't know? Eh. "One, I have a younger sister named Nicolette who is lucky enough to be in Beauxbatons," she said as she lifted her tea cup and took a sip. "Two, I hate homework and someone did it all for me last year," she said as she lowered the cup. "Three, I'm not evil like some people think," she said. She lifted up a napkin and wiped away any crumbs or anything of the sort from the corner of her lips. "So, you raised your owl? Sounds like a lot of work," Orabelle said, and like this person had waaay too much on his hands.

" Rember the photo of the owl I showed you .That is Bubba, setting his goblet down so he didnt splash his drink as he talked."Bubba's mom was my mom's owl.So when he was born I just felt like we were brothers.I am an only kid and if you ask my dad 1 is more than enough." offering her anouther biscuit " and who is calling you evil ,,"

Orabelle tried to think back. Hmm... photo... photo... ah... he probably meant the falling owl one. "Oh, lovely," she said with a nod. She understood what he meant by that... she had felt the same way with her own horse. "Loads, just because I'm honest doesn't mean anything," Orabelle said, declining the biscuit. Besides, the truth hurt, if they didn't accept it, it wasn't her fault. "Anyways, what else does this room do?" she asked.

Setting the tray back down " Well it transforms it self to what ever you need it to be.I needed it to be a nice cafe,If you needed it to be a room to paint in that is what it would be"thinking on the outher she had said bout the truth " ... you know telling the truth to be hurtful is not really the truth it is just hurtful.That is some of what got me in trouble last year.Is that why they are calling you evilpausing for a second rembering that sher never said who was doing it "you still havent told me who is calling you evil"

As the door opened, Hugo looked into the completely sound-isolated room, with in the center a piano, and leaning against it a guitar. He walked up towards it, holding his ukulele which he had gotten pretty serious with. He left the door open for Kurumi to enter and sat down on the ground. He started strumming his ukulele, and quickly came up with a melody for the song he had written. Yes. He was serious about music. LOL.

Cheeks flushed from running from the kitchens, Kurumi managed to find her way to the Room of Requirement - mostly thanks to Hugo leaving the door open - and was just in time to hear Hugo singing a song that brought a smile to her face.

Not wanting to disturb him, Kurumi took a seat on the floor and grabbed a stay pillow and hugged it to her chest as she swayed back and forth listening to Hugo. When he was finished, she clapped loudly. "Thank you for that Hugo," she chirped. "I really that right now."

When Hugo was finally done, he heard a loud clapping noise.

SOMEBODY WAS THERE

Almost throwing his instrument in the air, he turned around at the source. Oh. It was Kurumi. That was alright, she had heard him sing before. "Oh, Kurumi, I didn't hear you come in," he said as he panted. "Umm, yeah, so that was... Something that I wrote," he said and blushed madly. He had been quite enthusiastic ever since that Transfiguration lesson. "Because apparently singing is good for the soul," he told Kurumi and rolled his eyes around. "I also wrote a song about acne," he said and chuckled.

"S-S-Sorry if I startled you," she giggled covering her mouth. She stood up and took a seat on the piano bench and aimlessly pressed down on a few keys. Singing being good for the soul...Kurumi had never really thought about it like that, and judging from Hugo's expression, neither did he. "I suppose, you could say that some people use song as a means to express themselves," she replied blushing a bit. "I didn't know you were a song writer."

Kurumi played a few keys on the piano and hummed to herself.

"Yeah exactly a come-and-go room!" Or the fifty-toilet room, but either name will do. "I don't know why I can't find it! I'm sure we're in the right place..." At this point she was pacing around in little circles. "I'm starting to get a bit dizzy..." She said as she looked the brick wall over again.

"That's, that's brilliant Emily! It's a bathroom that just comes when you need it!" Too bad she didn't need to use the bathroom. "Well you know what I need?! I need to find this room! Do you think that they have a come-and-go room for that? Maybe Hogwarts is just filled with them and they're all for different purposes or something? I have absolutely no idea." All this thinking was making her head hurt.

Ha, that name was starting to catch on! "Aw thanks." she blushed. She did quite like being called brilliant though.
"Yeah mabye. Hogwarts is mysterious like that." she said at Nikas idea. She started to pace in front of the wall. Some screaming children ran past and Emily threw them a filthy look. "Grr. What I need is a quiet place to think!" she growled turning her back to the wall to face Nika.

After putting her pillow away, Presley returned to the Room of Requirement. A girl was in there, playing Beauty and the Beast on the piano. That was Presley's favorite Disney movie. She'd even seen it performed on Broadway one time. Trying not to disturb the girl, Presley waited quietly until the peice was finished. "That was beautiful," she said softly.

Ivan came down from his common room irritated. He was tired of being bothered until he left he needed someplace to hide. As he walked down the corridor he stopped in front of the Room of Requirement and smirked. HA a perfect place. Doing the pacing and the concentrating that was required he watched as the door appeared and hurriedly entered the room in case James or Finn caught him.

Inside he sat down in a chair and sighed. He desperately needed away from this place. A vacation...Christmas...anything to get out.

Hearing a door slamming shut TJ jumped nearly out her skin and gasped. Oh...crap... she thought worriedly, turning slowly on the couch infront of the fire, peeking her head just barely over the top, just enough for her eyes to see who walked in.

Sighing with relief, when she realized it wasn't Matt, she sank back onto to the couch, leaning her head sideways against it. Matt had been driving her nuts, constantly asking why she wasn't free this term to just walk around talking, flirting, doing stuff together. She finally had a free moment, and now she was alone. Or had been... Maybe if she stayed quiet...and who ever it was hadn't heard that gasp....

Maybe he should have thought up a gym...he needed to let some frustration out physically for a change. Shaking his head he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. Or a nap. A nap would work. Except...why did he feel like he was being watched....

Frowning Ivan looked around and spotted someone in the room with him. What was the likely hood that two people thought up the exact same room without being together to do it? Hmm. Trying to see through the dimly lit room he smirked when he finally recognized who it was. "You know every time I turn around you're always there," he teased before closing his eyes again to block off what felt like a headache coming on.