After dinner, Harry brought Ron to the eighth floor.
In front of the tapestry of The Troll Who Beat Barnaby Silly, Harry silently wished for the Order of the Phoenix's common room.
"Hey, this door looks a little different this time," Ron suddenly said.
Harry looked up. This time, what appeared on the wall was neither the silver door representing the meeting room nor the brass doors representing the dueling room, but a bronze door representing the common room.
"Come on." Harry patted Ron on the back. "You know, this room can change according to what you want. This should be a common room."
Ron followed Harry into the Room of Requirement.
"Whoa." He took in the decorations, clearly divided among the four houses. "There are accessories from all four houses... Wait, why does Slytherin have more chairs than the other three houses?"
Harry thought, There were only eight people in the Order of the Phoenix, and four of them were Slytherins. How could there not be more tables and chairs?
Could it be that you, the sole Hufflepuff or the sole Ravenclaw, needed to take up four chairs all by yourself?
"Hah, Gryffindor is actually right next to Slytherin. Honestly..." Ron complained again.
Harry spread his hands. Verathea had requested it. She had discovered the Room of Requirement, so naturally, she should be the one to design the layout.
Because of this, whenever Cassandra saw Harry for several weeks straight, she had worn a sour expression. Verathea's seat was pressed right up against his.
After grumbling, Ron plopped down in the seat that had originally belonged to Gareth Weasley.
It made sense, after all. Gareth was his great-grandfather.
"This really is a great place, Harry." Ron stretched in the chair like a cat waking from a nap, fluffing up