On a quiet Saturday night, Harry James Potter found himself in the Room of Requirement with one Ginevra Molly Weasley. Curious. What were they doing there? They certainly haven't told me.
"Thank you, Harry, for helping me with my seventh Defence Against the Dark Arts assignment of this November of my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I appreciate you helping me with the Elephantiago Curse."
So, maybe that's what they're up to. Don't know why they needed to keep it a secret.
Did I mention they're upside-down? Curious.
"Ginny, have you come to a similar conclusion as I? In retrospect, I am rather assured that this is not our ordinary spatial orientation."
"Quite correct! At least, I think as such."
How they found themselves in this particular predicament is long, involved and mildly hilarious, but as it is, there are more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.
"Old chap, can you inform us how to escape this verily awful set of circumstances?"
Dastardly dragons in Denmark! They're onto me!
No. I can't help you. I'm an Inferius.
Signed, R.A.B.