Wade raised an eyebrow and turned to look. It was Silly Barnaby in the tapestry.
Whenever he entered or left the Room of Requirement, he saw this tapestry first. Sometimes, he saw Silly Barnaby forcing the troll to wear a ballet skirt and dance; other times, he saw the troll banging Silly Barnaby over the head with a huge club. The two were always entangled within the tapestry. They had never spoken, nor had they ever gone anywhere else.
He had originally assumed that was because tapestries were different from portraits...
At that moment, the trolls in the tapestry were sleeping off to one side, while the male wizard sat cross-legged on the ground. His eyes were clearly fixed on Wade as he spoke with a grave expression.
"Silly... uh... Mr. Barnaby?"
"It's fine. Call me Silly Barnaby. Everyone else does anyway," Barnaby said carelessly, then asked, "I'm guessing you took something from the Room of Requirement?"
"Yes," Wade admitted openly. "But it didn't belong to the Room of Requirement. Someone else put it there, just like the broomstick I took before."
"It doesn't matter whether someone else put it there to hide it, child," Barnaby said slowly. "In this castle, all things abandoned by their owners will eventually appear in that room—once their owners forget them, they become part of the Room of Requirement. You may take what you need, like that broomstick, but you should not take things you do not need, nor use the Room of Requirement to satisfy certain personal desires."
"Personal desires?" Wade asked. "Such as?"
"Such as reselling the things inside for profit," Barnaby said. After a pause, he added, "If you truly need money, you can search through the clutter. You should be able to find some Galleons, enough to cover your daily