The Magic Room

Hidden away at the end of a lengthy corridor, a prodigious, pitch-black door stood noiselessly on the creaky, wooden ground. When opening the door, it did not blow your cover; it remained speechless to the corridor. Behind this door lay the magic room. Like an angry fuming beast, the fireplace roared its fire to the brim of the burning stone above. The flames licked its wood which was their breakfast, lunch and dinner.

His jaw dropped, the model of the planets rotated round and round like a merry-go-round, with no reason to stop. The mysterious carpet twitched from time to time; it whispered languages not even the most talented professor in the world would figure out. The two stone gargoyles crouched rigid on their stones and gazed from the corner of their eyes at the mesmerizing gargantuan human-like flames. The banners hanging from the walls of the room were every second humming dark spells to themselves. A golden piano sat at the very corner, somberly playing a crestfallen tune. The books in the tower of bookshelves listened to the piano's tunes in interest and copied out the notes one by one into their pages.

While the room stared at all the different magical things in it, the golden piano felt more jolly and played a peaceful song. Since the room had a very random trait, it sent down a piece of cooked fat mutton for the piano to gobble up with its hidden mouth.

Where did the mutton come from though? Something was off about this place...