The ROR had been used for as long as anybody could remember, dating back to when Merlin found it and put in a permanent muggle space in it. It had changed of course, to keep up with the times. There were two floors, with the 2nd floor having a hole in the middle and railings around it to accommodate the giant saucer swing. The upper floor was also mainly covered in the latest muggle book series, such as The Tower of Nero and Chain of Iron, along with beanbags and armchairs. Downstairs was dominated by board games, skip its, action figures, and chalk. There was also a small, yet deep pool in the far corner with a tiny diving board and a small slide that older students would shoot water down whenever someone wanted to slide down. There was also a collection of foam and wooden swords that students could use to engage in mock swordplay to vent anger or stress and there were monkey bars attached to the roof of the first floor. It was, basically, a muggleborn's haven.
"Permission to continue Haven," Umbridge looked down to see a smartly dressed Ravenclaw 2nd year. "What is this Haven Club?" she asked. "Haven is a club for both older and younger students to ease 1st years in, relieve exam stress, and allow homesick Muggleborns to experience what they're used to without leaving the school. This club was originally founded by Merlin in 1414 when he discovered a perfect room for it, and has changed over the years to accommodate passing times and has several safety measures in place. This club is unknown to many people as the club was temporarily disbanded during the first war in fear of the Muggle-raised safety, but was recently given the help of President Graves in America and the idea has also been adopted in Mahoutokoro, Whitestar, and Ilvermorny and has, over the years, received donations from the Canadian Board of Magical Education to help fund changes," he recited. "Where is this located?" Minerva, who'd overheard them, inquired. "It is located on the 7th floor, in a room we refer to as Merlin's room, "he answered easily. Umbridge didn't want to let this club go on...but if they were being funded and helped by both the Canadian and American governments, both of which they'd been trying to set up trades with… "Do you have a letter confirming what you just said?" she finally asked. He nodded and darted to the Hufflepuff table, coming back with a handful of crumpled letters. "Here they are. The last one is a letter from the Japanese Ministry asking us about the club," he explained. Umbridge didn't bother to read them, just skipped to the bottom, where, to her dismay, was indeed the official wax of all three of the governments, as well as their signatures. "Alright, approval. However I wish to see this club," he nodded, and Flitwick and Minerva also chimed in that they wanted to see this place as well.
Miles strode to a stop and rapped a random-looking part of the wall. "Guys? It's me, for club confirmation. Password is King Arthur," he called. The wall turned into a door and it was swung open by a 7th year with a book tucked under her arm. "Confirmation access granted. Citrus Juice, Mayflies, and Strange Brew," she recited. Miles nodded, and turned to his three teachers. "Confirmation access granted. You may enter,"
Minerva noticed the ancient magic in the air almost immediately. There were spells to catch people if they fell off anything, spells to stop people from dying, spells to prevent other spells from being cast, spells here, spells there, spells everywhere. And all of them buzzed with the magical signature of Merlin's wand. Raising her eyebrow, impressed, Minerva noted the 7th years keeping a faithful vigil over the splashing 1st years so they didn't hurt themselves, a 6th year telling a story to a group of enraptured 2nd years, another 7th year comforting a crying 1st year, and a 5th year playing some sort of hand game with some 3rd years next to the pool. "Welcome to the Haven!" Miles Smith said grandly, sweeping his arms.
Umbridge walked around, finding nothing out of place that was not in the letters. Miles had long ago ran off to find his friends. "Who is the leader?" she demanded, stopping two 4th years doing tricks with their yo-yos. "The 7th years are always the leaders and they announce the meetings when we need them," one of them replied.
-time skip-
Once they were gone, Miles, who was keeping an eye on them along with a few others, whistled. The DA popped up from one of the shelves. The 2nd floor expanded into another room, and the DA disappeared into it. Everyone resumed what they were doing as if there wasn't a hidden