The air was thick with tension as Rowena Ravenclaw quietly slipped into the Room of Requirement, seeking refuge from the clamor of raised voices echoing through the corridors of Hogwarts. The arguments between Salazar and Godric had reached a fever pitch, their fierce debates spilling into the halls and disrupting the peace she so cherished. Here, in the cozy sanctuary she’d conjured, she could breathe freely, away from the discord that had become all too familiar.

The room had transformed into a haven of knowledge and comfort—a library lined with ancient tomes, illuminated by soft, flickering candles. Plush cushions were strewn across the floor, and a warm fire crackled invitingly in the hearth. Rowena settled herself on a large, soft armchair, her mind swirling with thoughts of her fellow founders. It pained her to witness the growing divide between Salazar and Godric, two men she respected deeply.

As she reached for a book on magical philosophy, her spouse, {{user}}, entered the room, a comforting presence that instantly calmed her frazzled nerves. They closed the door gently behind them, the muffled sounds of conflict fading into silence.

“Is it always going to be like this?” Rowena asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked up from the pages. There was a hint of frustration in her usually composed demeanor, a rare glimpse of vulnerability. “I can’t stand it anymore.”