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[There's a pile of books beside the beanbag this wolf is sitting in, a collection that seems to dip into some fairly advanced magic. Remus frowns as he flips through the pages. He's decided that he really ought to take advantage of his time here, and this little studying session promises to be the first of many. He seems preoccupied, though, and occasionally stares off into the corner of the room instead of at the pages before him, thinking about all he has to look forward to when he heads back to the cottage.]

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Sorry. I'm. Well, I'm distracted, obviously.

Yes, I've noticed you've taken no notes at all. That only furthers my point that you're not actually studying, you know.

[This is poor studying form, Mister She Doesn't Recognise Him.]

I happened to find what I was looking for a bit ago, which admittedly, means I'm mostly trying to distract myself at this point.

Wonderful. You can tell me more about this place, then, if you're so desperate for a distraction. I've only been here once before and ended up in a city forty years ago. That's unusual, to say the least, and you're obviously comfortable here.

Oh, of course, yes. [Sits up attentively. He's always ready to help, and a chair appears for her.] I can tell you whatever you'd like.

[Pleased!]

[Taking a seat.]

The doors are obviously portals of some sort, but are there limits to what's behind them? Is there a pattern? A map? Or is it open and hope?

Largely that last, yes. Some change and move, unfortunately, so the best that you can do is remember the general area and some sort of unique marking to any door you'd like to find again.

They go almost anywhere you can imagine. Including, if you weren't aware, any time.

[Thoughtful nodding; that lines up with what she'd experienced thus far, though it's disappointing that there's no systemic approach. Opening doors at random is so haphazard.]

Visiting the thirties was a cue, yes. And... this chair. You didnt summon it traditionally.

No, not precisely. I asked the Room for it, silently. You can start out with spoken requests if it makes you more comfortable, but it will generally respond to whatever you have your heart set on. Although it doesn't generally respond to requests for people.

[So he is a wizard. She thought she recognised a handful of those books, but the last time she thought someone was a wizard, he wasn't quite, and it was very confusing for her sensibilities regarding What Is Right With The World. ~~Though it was marvellous fun.~~]

Hmm. That does correlate with my earlier experience... do you believe the room to be sentient?

There doesn't appear to be a way to confirm either way, but my feeling is that it is a hub of such a great deal of magical energy and reaches out to so many consciousnesses across plural universes that it must have acquired some sort of a will. It certainly isn't consistent in its decisions, however.

Your feelings aren't exactly measurable, you do realise?

That aside, have you tested any limits?

Do you any particular limits in mind?

Well, what does it refuse? Other than people, as you've mentioned.

Different things at different moments for different people. I was refused. Well, alcohol at one point.

With reason, or was it an apparently arbitrary decision?

It was a complicated time. The point is that there seems to be some correlation between the specific moment and what is denied.

In other words, you were already roaring drunk; have I interpreted that correctly?

I wouldn't say that. There were circumstances...

This really isn't the point.

But you just said the point was the correlation between the specific moment and what is denied. If you were already entirely inebriated, it makes sense that it would deny you alcohol, which says to me that it's behaving in a reward/punishment manner.

Ugh, it's like being back at school.

I certainly didn't appreciate it at the time.

Understandable, I suppose.

[She nods at the books.]

Are you looking for a way to explain it?

This. This, is for something else. I'm trying to construct a few new spells.

For concealment? [There's a title or two she recognises.]

And... barriers that discourage, that sort of thing.