InsaneJournal

Jamie had sent a message to his Uncle George to invite him to his room. He knew that there were plenty of public rooms, but you never knew when there were people around and this was a lot quieter.

In his room, he had transfigured the frame of the bed he didn't use into a holder for his brooms that hang on the wall. The mattress had been shrunk and put away and his own bed had been transfigured into a king size, set in the middle of the room. The chairs had been made more comfortable as well. On one of the nightstands, he had his games, while his chess set was on the dresser. Slowly but surely, the room was looking more like a magical room.

When he opened the door, he was shocked at the sight in front of him. Intellectually he knew that he shouldn't be surprised, but that face belonged to Uncle Fred, fixed in the many pictures that he'd seen since he was young. "Uncle George," he said after a moment, "come on in." He let his uncle pass, before closing the door. "How have you been? This is bonkers, isn't it? I'm still getting used to it and I've been here for months."