It began with a room. Benign and empty with dust collecting at the corners holding some nightly meeting on how they can gather more morsels of grey. A humble light spilled in through the window like a projector lighting a screen. It played over a woman stepping lengths and pausing at ponderous angles, briefly leaving the screen to return with a new accessory in hand. She laid impermanent markers upon the floor, playing house with invisible pieces of furniture. Pretending to sit upon what can only be assumed to be an armchair while she chuckled over her mime's ruse. A short nod and she exited the scene leaving a delicate swirl of dust skipping in her afterglow. Before long, the dust collective had been confined to the trash and the walls swelled with vibrant light over a freshly washed floor. There was a grunting heave just beyond the corner, a brief silence, and then an upturned chair wobbling through the doorway. The familiar head of this joyous woman suddenly appeared above, inspecting the situation to establish the most appropriate pivot, clear from her verbal “pivot!”. The chair lumbered into the room and sat beside the window, catching the sky….
Naturally with a word like requirement, I went straight to Harry Potter so had to focus on a room. Luckily my brain was kind enough to think of a different room. I guess you could say it was a room a required hue hue hue.