A Harry Potter/Throne of Glass/A Court of Thorns and Roses crossover

.6.

After gaining permission from the Headmistress to teach the staff and the rest of the students about their cultures, a whole bunch of new problems broke out. And with new problems came new arguments. Who would tell their stories first? Would they tell their stories individually or would they simply tell a general overview of the histories? Where would the lessons take place, and how often? Would their lectures be open to the entire school or just the higher grades?

Of course, the mere fact that they had to plan around their regular classes made things even more difficult. With twenty eight people who had such diverse timetables and extremely diverse personalities certainly made all the planning even harder. Or made it even easier, depending on what way you looked at it. In a way, it was almost easier to work in small groups with whomever was available during their free classes – it was certainly a lot faster at least.

Soon enough the number of those working on planning their lessons had dwindled from all twenty eight of them to just six of them – Rhys, Rowan, Cresseida, Endymion, Lucien, and Nesryn. The rest of them were trusting that they would do what was best for the group. (At least, that was what Feyre kept telling Elain when she kept worrying about having to tell people about what she'd been through. Feyre just wished that her sister would stop whining about it every two minutes. It was really grating on her nerves.)

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"I think we should limit it to the older students and staff," Nesryn muttered to the others during their joint free period after breakfast on Monday morning.

"I think the age limit is a good idea," Cresseida immediately agreed. "The younger students are just little children, too young to learn about the horrors that we've endured for so many years."

"Agreed," Lucien said. "I'd say no one below fifth year should be allowed in. Our stories will probably trickle down to the younger students anyway whether we like it or not. From what I've seen this castle is like an enormous rabbit's warren of gossip and intrigue."

"So at least we've decided on attendance, guys," Rowan said grumpily. "The fifth, sixth, and seventh year students, plus the entirety of the staff and faculty. Heck, the school ghosts can come along if they like. But that leaves the problem of the location. I don't know about the rest of you but I don't fancy giving lectures like these where the younger students can just wander in whenever they feel like it."

"That probably rules out the Great Hall," Cresseida instantly grumbled, "which is, let's face it, the only room in this pathetic castle big enough to fit such a large number of people. Not to mention the fact that I don't like the idea of giving lectures in a dining room!"

There was a beat of silence before Lucien replied. "The Great Hall isn't necessarily the largest room in the castle," Lucien said thoughtfully.

"What are you talking about?" Endymion said sharply while the others just stared at Lucien, their confusion evident.

"Think about it for a moment," Lucien said, leaning forward intently, expression serious. "This Room we're in, the Room of Requirement, is just about the most magical room in the entire school, wouldn't you say?"

"I suppose it would be," Nesryn said, sounding not even the least bit interested, "especially when you put it like that."

Looking around at all the blank, confused expressions, Lucien sighed exasperatedly. "Haven't any of you noticed it? This Room changes ALL the time. The room is constantly growing and shrinking according to amount of people it has to accommodate. The first time we all met here the Room was much bigger. It's a lot smaller now that that it is only the six of us.