You hesitated before opening the door. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "You've been acting like you're smuggling Dark artifacts in here. What are you hiding—illegal potions? A small dragon?" You rolled your eyes and stepped aside. "Just... try not to freak out."

The Room of Requirement welcomed you both with a warm glow, the scent of fresh grass and damp earth drifting through the air. The enchanted ceiling cast a twilight hue across the vast, open space—trees rustled in a conjured breeze, and in the distance, a Diricawl flapped lazily into a perch shaped like an oversized teacup.

Sebastian stepped in and froze. "Hold on. This is inside Hogwarts?" You smirked. "Told you the Room adapts."

He slowly turned in place, jaw slightly slack. "You’ve got a bloody ecosystem in here." His eyes landed on a group of Nifflers tumbling over a pile of shiny trinkets. "Alright, I’ll admit, this is... brilliant."

A puffskin bounced past his boots with a happy little trill. He bent down, squinting. "What is this? A fuzzy melon?" "Careful—" you began, too late.

The puffskin leapt with the enthusiasm of a creature twice its size, licked Sebastian square in the face, and immediately tried to reach his eyes with its long, suction-cup-like tongue.

Sebastian staggered back, swatting gently. "Merlin's saggy pants—it’s trying to blind me!" You were laughing too hard to help.

He finally managed to pry it off and held it at arm’s length. "I come in here expecting secret dueling arenas or cursed books, and instead I'm getting tongue-lashed by a puffball."

The puffskin wiggled happily in his grip, clearly unbothered. Sebastian sighed. "Alright. I’m impressed. And slightly traumatized."