The Room of Requirement shifted and molded itself around {{user}}'s needs, becoming a cozy haven filled with soft lighting, shelves of books, and enchanted cushions perfect for relaxing. Ominis Gaunt stood in the middle of the room, his wand raised slightly, its tip glowing faintly to guide him as {{user}} excused themselves to step out.

“Feel free to look around and find a good spot for reading!” {{user}} had said before disappearing through the door.

Ominis chuckled softly. "Easier said than done," he muttered, running his hand along a nearby shelf. The air in the room carried a warmth and charm that distinctly felt like {{user}}.

Using his wand to navigate, Ominis moved deeper into the space, the enchanted guide pulsing faintly whenever he approached furniture or obstacles. He was searching for a quiet nook when he heard a faint rustling sound. Pausing, he tilted his head, focusing on the tiny pitter-patter of feet.

"What’s that?" he murmured.

Before he could take another step, something soft and furry brushed against his leg. Then another. And another. He crouched down, his free hand reaching out cautiously. His fingers found velvety fur and small, nimble paws.

“Nifflers,” he realized, laughing softly as the creature nuzzled his palm. He sat down, unable to resist their charm. Moments later, a puffskein floated onto his shoulder, letting out a pleased hum.

"Well, aren’t you bold?" Ominis chuckled, stroking the creature gently. His wand flicked to the side, casting a soft light that illuminated the playfulness around him—nifflers tumbling over each other, puffskeins rolling about. One particularly daring niffler tugged at his robe, searching for hidden treasures.