Just like with Coen’s room though, there are three doors leading off it.
“You’ve got three doors like me,” Coen points out as he notices the same thing that I do.
“Open it!” River exclaims and then winces, “Sorry, that was really loud. I’m excited. It’s like Christmas. Except it's so much better. We’ve all been given amazing rooms that are made just for us and are perfect for us.”
“It makes this place feel like ours,” Griff says. “More than the other place, and we’ve lived there for years.”
My smile is huge as they all nod and voice their agreements. I love that they love House and Ethel as much as I do.
Ransom wastes no time at all as he strides over to the door and carefully opens it. The rest of us push up behind him as close as we can so that we can see over his shoulder because we are all so impatient that none of us wants to wait.
“No way,” he exclaims as he pulls open the door. “It’s my workroom. Exactly as it is back at the other house and with everything that was there.”
“It’s exactly as it was?” Doc asks incredulously.
Ransom shrugs, “Pretty much. I mean, it's missing the coffee cup I left on my desk, but other than that, it looks the same.” He moves around the room, picking up random things, checking the contents of vials, and even looks under one of the chairs and pulls out a pen that he must have dropped there but forgot to pick up. “This is insane.”
“It’s extremely impressive, and shouldn’t be possible,” Raiden adds.
“At least it’s one less thing that I need to go back to the house and get,” Doc points out with a smile.
“That’s true, it probably would have taken you a fair few trips to get all of the stuff that I needed from my lab. To be honest, it’s pretty much all of this,” Ransom admits with a wince.
“Probably, but I didn’t mind,” Doc replies with a smile.
“Whose room is next?” Van asks as we all leave Ransom’s room.
Ransom lingers behind for a few moments to look around again with a smile.
“Can we check out mine?” Griff asks.
A door right at the end of the hallway opens up.
“I’m guessing that means yes,” I smile.
Griff’s room suits him perfectly.
It’s completely natural, rough natural stone walls that are somehow warm and not cold to touch. The roughness of the walls is counteracted by the thick, dark green carpet and a big, soft couch that is facing a fireplace, like in Coen’s room. Griff’s room is dark, cozy, and welcoming. He also has a huge balcony, not as big as Coen’s since Coen’s dragon is so much bigger than Griff is with his wings out, but it is plenty big enough for him to land comfortably with his wings still outstretched if he wanted to.
“I didn’t know you painted,” I comment as my gaze finds the easels and paint supplies.
Griff frowns slightly, “I don’t. Not anymore. I used to, but I got bored with it pretty quickly, and it took too long to do. I never managed to finish a painting because I was always doing other things, so I just stopped. I wonder why House has given me so many painting supplies?”
“I would say that House could have made a mistake, but I don’t think that it's likely that he did. Especially since he’s gotten all of the other rooms so perfect,” Doc says.
“I would be tempted to suggest that House knows something that we don’t,” Coen theorizes as he looks around the room.
Van nods in agreement, “Yeah. I think that’s probably a fair assessment.”
“Well, at least if you’re going to have enough time to paint to this extent, then that means that we might be getting some downtime and won’t be as busy as we think we’re going to be,” River points out somewhat hopefully.
“That’s true,” Griff mutters. Still frowning, “I just wish I knew why. It seems so random. Everything up until this point has been spot on when it comes to the rooms, but I haven’t picked up a paintbrush since the Magical Academy, when I was a teenager, and even then, I think it hasn’t been since the first couple of weeks at the academy. Life just got too busy, and I wasn’tthat bothered with it anyway. I agree with you Doc, I don’t think that House would make a mistake, so I’m curious about why it’s put the supplies in here.”
As I open my mouth to reply, Griff’s eyes turn black, and I shut my mouth. He’s not going to hear us now anyway. Either the timing was coincidental, or his visions have decided to answer his question, which would be kind of helpful and unexpected as well.
When his eyes clear, Reed asks, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, apparently I’m going to start painting some of my visions. It’s going to help me make sense of them or something,” Griff replies, still sounding unsure. “It’s not very clear.”
