The last thing Neville had expected when he'd ducked into the Room of Requirement, dodging an Inquisitorial Squad patrol, was to find himself in a cozy space that resembled not at all the training room he had become so familiar with. Plain hammocks were strung up between the walls with warm blankets, and there were sturdy jugs and cups on low tables. He thought he recognized some of the books on the shelves on the near wall, tomes on Defense Against the Dark Arts and countercurses he was sure he and Ginny had been using only a few weeks ago.
Of course he wanted to show Seamus and straightaway, the IS be damned. The pair were hurrying from the common room now, and Neville flashed his housemate an excited grin.
"You won't believe it, Shay. It was like the Room of Requirement was inviting us in."