Friday, 10:54pm
"Padfoot, what exactly is this place?"
Remus was walking around the room, taking it all in. He looked at his friends. James seemed to have found a large supply of muggle magazines containing barely dressed women in compromising positions and was grinning broadly as he examined them. Peter, standing beside him, was anxiously trying to peek at the photographs. Sirius, however, was seated in a ridiculously enormous winged armchair, smoking a pipe and looking incredibly smug.
"This, my friends," he said with the air of Leonardo DaVinci unveiling the Mona Lisa, "is the room of dreams. I heard Dedalus Diggle brag that he'd brought Vivienne Hornby here for a quick you-know-what."
He took the pipe from between his teeth, looking incredibly pleased with himself. Remus opened his mouth to say something when James interjected, "Betcha she saw a couple of copies of these magazines and felt 'inspired'. How come wizards don't have anything like…" he consulted the front of the magazine in his hands for a title, "…Playboy?"
He dropped it onto a table and walked to examine a shelf containing various pipes and cigarettes. Peter seized this opportunity to grab it and immediately turn to the center pages, his face bright red with excitement.