Entering, Harry could immediately hear the grainy piano music he had once found a despairing Draco listening too by himself. It was the same song, he was sure, and one he had heard outside of the Room but would never have been able to name. He frowned, and went to investigate, but paused, realising that the room hadn’t formed quite the way it had before. While he could see the replica of his kitchen, and an archway that led to Draco’s study beyond it, the reproduction of Crocker’s office had changed. In fact, the only thing that remained of it, was the silver filing cabinet containing the basilisk fangs, and the blackboard they had written on. Otherwise, the desk and chairs had disappeared entirely, and the walls appeared to be fading into a more sterile grey colour. How strange - he supposed it wasn’t important though; maybe the room had just interpreted this office as now being less crucial to meet their needs.