The problem with the winter months was that it forced everyone to spend almost all of their time indoors. No sane person would want to spend more time outside in the cold than absolutely necessary, so there never seemed to be an escape from the crowded corridors. Harry could swear the castle walls were moving closer and closer together with each passing day. The sixth year had never been claustrophobic, but even he was being pushed to his limits. If he didn’t get out of here soon, even for an hour, he was going to lose his mind. The eagle needed to stretch his legs, feel the fresh air on his face. Harry supposed that he could technically go outside any time he wanted to, if he got really desperate, but there was no changing the fact that it was freezing cold outside the castle walls. He didn’t need to freeze to death, no thanks.
The next best option, as far as the Ravenclaw was concerned, was the Room of Requirement. He’d stumbled across it near the end of his third year when he’d been looking for a spot to experiment without being disturbed. It had been perfect, an oasis in the middle of the fifth floor corridor, hidden away from anyone who would interrupt him. The next fall, he’d gone to someone’s party there—the same room, but completely different. It had to have been the same room, Harry figured. The door had been in the exact same spot as his experimentation room. Over the last couple years, the sixth year had come to understand how the room worked a little bit better, and he couldn’t help but admire the ingenuity of it all. A room that changed to whatever it occupant needed—it was brilliant. He only wished that he’d thought of it himself.
The boy paced in front of the wall where he knew the door would appear. I need a place to run, he thought, walking back and forth in front of the wall three times, until finally a door appeared. Harry eagerly pulled open the door, stepping inside. The Room of Requirement didn’t disappoint, as per usual. A grin spread across the sixteen year old’s face as he looked around. There was grass—actual grass, on the fifth floor of Hogwarts. It was completely mad, and wonderful, and best of all, there was so much room. If the walls outside the room were closing in, it was only because the walls inside were expanding. If the eagle hadn’t known better, he would have thought that he’d stepped outside on a calm spring day. Or maybe a portal into an alternate universe where snow was non-existent, and the sun was shining… well, all right, there was no actual sun, but it was quite bright in here. It was a good enough approximation for Harry’s tastes, anyway.
- The snow was grating at the usually happy Ravenclaw's nerves. The cold and the wetness was just gross. The young man couldn't wait for spring to finally appear. It was now the beginning of February and there were few signs of it in the air, but Liam couldn't help but to ache for it anyways. He was sick of being cooped up inside when all that he wanted to do was take a long run around the lake or go work in the greenhouses with plants. Usually during the winter he could go out to the houses, even if he couldn't spend hours upon hours out there in the cold, he could go and satisfy some of the want in his heart to be surrounded by plants. But as it was, the students had been forbidden to head out into the winter wonderland because of the huge snow storm that was still lingering. It made the eagle's mood a little more sour than usual, but Liam brushed the thought aside as he remembered that his buddy, Harry, had asked if he wanted to work out in the Room of Requirement. It wasn't the same as running around the lake, but Liam supposed it would have to do. There wasn't really any other choice if he wanted to get some kind of exercise, unless the young man wanted to sprint around the castle.
His mood brightening considerably at the invitation, the eagle packed up the homework that he had just finished in the Ravenclaw common room, threw his bag over his shoulder and took the steps two at a time to the boys dormitory, where he quickly changed into running shorts, a t-shirt and his white sneakers. The combination would probably look odd to any passerby, and it was pretty cold in the castle these days, from drafts that were seeping in through the brick walls, so Liam took an extra moment to slip on sweats over top of his shorts before slipping his shoes on and lacing them up. Set to go, the young man bounded back down the stairs, eagerly heading to the room on the fifth floor, his long blond hair flopping with each and every step.
Skidding to a stop in front of the wall where he knew that the Room of Requirement was, the eagle thought I need to know where Harry is a door appeared and with one small glance around him, the eagle pulled it open and stepped through. The first thing that the young man noticed was how positively green the room was. Was this real grass? Could it be? A large grin spread across the eagle's face as he spotted his friend across the 'room' It was they were outside. Like it was spring time. A joy spread through out Liam's heart and he realized with a pang exactly how much he had missed the warm weather. "Hey!' he called, approaching his friend, dropping a bag that contained some drinks for the two of them after they had completed the workout. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since before Christmas.."</li>