Twonky appeared with a pop. "Professor Looney called Twonky?" it
asked as it always did.
I opened my mouth to order my usual strong, sweet tea, but
instead, I found myself asking, "Twonky, you wouldn't know wherein the castle I could get a good workout?"
Twonky tilted its head, causing one of its ears to flop overcomically. "Professor Looney needs a place where he can jump andswing and punch?"
"Yes, exactly!" I all but shouted, pointing a finger at the
little thing's long, sharp nose.
The house-elf nodded sagely, looking for just a moment like animpoverished, anorexic Yoda. "The house-elfs know of a room. Itis called the 'Room of Requirement', but the elfs calls it the
'Come-and-Go' room. It be's whatever you needs it to be. If
Professor Looney needs a place to jump and swing and punch, then
it be's that for Professor Looney. If Professor Looney needs
somethings different, it be's that, too."
I stared at the elf. A danger room. Twonky was describing afreaking magical *danger room*. I valiantly suppressed the urge
the grab the little creature by its non-existent lapels and shake
it. "Twonky," I said with false calmness, "where can Professor
Loo... I mean, where can I find this 'Come-and-Go Room'?"
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
asked as it always did.
I opened my mouth to order my usual strong, sweet tea, but
instead, I found myself asking, "Twonky, you wouldn't know wherein the castle I could get a good workout?"
Twonky tilted its head, causing one of its ears to flop overcomically. "Professor Looney needs a place where he can jump andswing and punch?"
"Yes, exactly!" I all but shouted, pointing a finger at the
little thing's long, sharp nose.
The house-elf nodded sagely, looking for just a moment like animpoverished, anorexic Yoda. "The house-elfs know of a room. Itis called the 'Room of Requirement', but the elfs calls it the
'Come-and-Go' room. It be's whatever you needs it to be. If
Professor Looney needs a place to jump and swing and punch, then
it be's that for Professor Looney. If Professor Looney needs
somethings different, it be's that, too."
I stared at the elf. A danger room. Twonky was describing afreaking magical *danger room*. I valiantly suppressed the urge
the grab the little creature by its non-existent lapels and shake
it. "Twonky," I said with false calmness, "where can Professor
Loo... I mean, where can I find this 'Come-and-Go Room'?"
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.