Casey made her way through the darkened hallways with Lisette. It was well past curfew, and if they were caught, well they were more than likely to get a detention. They whispered and giggled all the way down, fearful of getting caught, but hardly cautious. Once they finally reached the supposed area of the rrom of requirement, Casey turned to Lisette, whispering excitedly, "What should we turn the room into?" She looked at the bare wall, thinking of all the things the room could be.