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It's funny what happens when you have a room that allows you to get anything you want. Funny, as in crazy things happen.

Thus, Francium thought of his friends. He wanted to talk to the other Periodics again. Unfortunately, when he thought of element names, he was referring to the horses, but the room thought he meant the actual elements. Science was a different place from wherever Hogwarts was. When he barged into the room, there was, basically, fire and boom. Tip: do not add alkali metals to, well, anything. Do not add extremely radioactive materials to said alkali metals. And you certainly don't surround that whole thing with chlorine and other reactive vapors. And you REALLY certainly don't summon a lump of nuclear fuel close to that big mess.

The room of requirement would erupt in an intense flash of white light and fire, with the resulting smoke cloud dissipating into a eerie blue glow, sticking to the walls and ceiling. Francium himself took no damage: he had prepared for an attack by Tungsten or something if the room had extrapolated, thus was in gaseous phase at the time. Among the glowing smoke, silver whispers of vapor coalesced into the form of the giant horse, who eventually switched back into his standard form, the tough, reflective body of a stallion. A very embarrassed stallion.

"Do I fix this?" he muttered, stepping over some chunked-up floor fragments.