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Post by ruley on Dec 11, 2011 3:44:20 GMT 1
Tyson wasn’t really sure what to expect. He had only heard rumours about this place, and even then he had to follow those up with a bit of research in the library followed by asking around as inconspicuously as possible with regards to its location. He was of course talking about the room of requirement and this was the second corridor he had walked down looking for the tell tale pillars or torches, it wasn’t too clear either way, that would lead him to it. Out of everyone he had talked to however, one thing seemed to remain constant, having to walk back and forth three times, thinking about what you want the room to contain. That wasn’t too hard given Tyson’s expressive imagination but his orienteering skills when not on a broom were a bit sketchy on account of not needing to use them very much.
He stopped at a viable candidate. Two torches, separated by approximately a car length, in muggle terms anyway. Tyson paused and had a look around, the coast seemed clear. He had told the others which floor he would be on and in roughly what section but just to be sure, he flicked his wand at the torches and tuned them from a roaring yellow flame to a vibrant red. The effect was only temporary but would serve long enough to flag down the rest of the Titans. He then faced the first torch and paced towards it. ”We need a room.” he started, as if stating the obvious. ”A room that lets us plan and construct the means to wreak havoc with the best intentions” he thought with a smirk, turning one eighty and heading back to the second torch. ”A case of butterbeers wouldn’t go amiss!” he pondered, turning again. ”But only those I say so can get in” He finished, pondering if the room even had the capability to do his last request.
He paused, pondering if he had picked the wrong place again and was about to set off when he heard the unmistakeable noise of stone grinding on stone. He squinted to see the faint imprint of a door beginning to emerge and sure enough, a wooden door seemed to grow out of the stone wall. Tyson gasped in awe as he moved forwards, stroking his hand over the surface just to check it was real. He grinned as he wrenched the door open and was astonished at what he saw. He was no longer in Hogwarts. Sure, there were stone accented walls made from limestone but the walls and floor and ceiling were made of oak. He was in a workshop, with cupboards covering the far wall and a workbench in the middle. The corner was crammed with rope and pulleys, perfect for making remote triggers without needing magic to set them off! ”Wow...” Tyson let slip as he closed the door behind him. Sure enough, a crate of butterbeers was on the workbench with a parchment stretched over it with a map of the school on it. Perfect for planning. He whisked out a bottle from the crate and cracked it open, wondering who would be the first to find him. |
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