Samantha leant back against one of her walls. Her luggage sat in the middle of her empty room, looking very small. Deciding it would be necessary to prepare her room eventually, she smiled. No time like the present. Facing a corner, she rolled up her sleeves and began.
With a wave of her hand, she conjured up an enormous four poster bed, with a sensible forest green duvet. The dark posts swirled their way up to the ceiling like the branches of a willow tree, braided and twisted together until they reached the top, where they connected in arches of woven twigs. Thin forest green cotton swooped down from the canopy and veiled the bed from the rest of the chamber. Adding a dark wooden headboard, she leant back to inspect her work. It needed something else. Looking it over up and down, she grinned, and snapped her fingers. A delicate, almost invisible, engraving of wild vines appeared and snaked their way across the headboard. The ends of the vines swirled and twisted until they were lost in the grain of the wood. Perfect. Looking around the room, she decided that the next thing in order would be some natural light.
But how? It was obvious that she was in the dungeons. Having read there was a library in Hogwarts - a history, she decided to search it for an appropriate spell later. Magic could do anything, she was sure.
Putting aside some space for a large window, she went to the next corner. What next, she wondered. A couch, perhaps? Why would I need a couch? Until I make some friends, there will be nobody to come over and visit. Realizing that this room must be where she spent all of her time, including tutoring, she decided a desk was important. Flicking her finger, she created a plain oak medium size desk. She frowned. It just didn't fit. Shaking her head, she vanished it. Glancing over at her bed, she tried again. Twisting shoots of saplings grew and twisted, and formed themselves into a desk. The top of the desk rippled and smoothed into a dark level plane. Satisfied, she turned away.
Pacing across the room, she became aware of the cold stone underneath her bare toes. Deciding that she could never get out of a warm bed onto icy rock, she thought of a carpet that would suit her needs. It promptly grew from the stone, a warm beige color, trimmed short for convenience.
Staring hard at the wall between the second and third corners, a dresser appeared in the same manner as the desk. Drawers materialized in their proper places, and a handle bulged out of each. It was amazing to see it created, even if you were the one doing it. Staring at her luggage, she nodded her head towards the dresser, and all her clothing spewed out of it, neatly folded themselves, and put themselves away.
Unpacked, she shrunk her luggage and tossed it in the dresser too. The third corner remained empty.
The walls bugged her. The stone seemed to carry a chill in it, somehow. Plopping herself onto her new bed, she lay back and pondered the issue. Fix the walls, or heat the room? They were kind of artistic, if they weren't so bare. Letting out a tinkling laugh, she stared at the roof, and immediately roots sprouted. They covered the walls politely; a spurt here and there where there was a large crack in the stone. Nothing too drastic, but very homey. What would Severus say when he saw her room?
Severus… a person to ponder.
