WHO: Emma Dobbs and Albus Potter. WHAT: Tea after tea. WHEN: Friday evening. WHERE: Room of Requirement. RATING: G-PG? Incomplete.
Emma arrived at the blank wall and pouted at it. If this didn't work she was going to kick something over and cause a scene. She was tired of the fabled room rejecting her requests. She knew that perhaps the room wasn't the best place to use because the teachers tried to stop people using it. Hogwarts, however, was severely lacking in unoccupied tea appropriate rooms. Huffing, she squared her shoulders and looked the wall head on. "I need a room that is fit for a professor." she uttered.
When the door appeared, she managed to keep herself composed and stopped herself from squealing. She wouldn't be caught dead squealing. Instead, a self-satisfied smile appeared on her face and she walked into the room. The walls were adorned with books, save a gap where the fire place was roaring away. There was a medium sized table with a tea tray on top. Of course there was tea and two cups on that. Well, this should work nicely provided the person she was meeting with could get into it.
It was a good thing she was a tidy tomboy. She wouldn't dare show up somewhere for tea looking like she had just grabbed her clothes off the floor. Oh god, she really was turning into her mum.