Ancient Secrets [Open]

Sam brushed his fingers carefully over the edges of the ancient tomes, the sheer feel and smell of the books enough to cheer him up without even looking inside. He had been feeling rather put out recently with one thing and another and knew that a trip to the Atheneum would be the thing to make it right. Well...righter. He was never happy. It was late, coming into evening; Sam rarely travelled during the day. Here, in the dim hall with the grand ceilings and old books, the air was comfortable and warm to him and he could relax. He leaned forward to pull out an old book, intending to stare at the words within until he could pull a meaning from them- With a mighty crash, the book brought with it another, and another, the books clattering around Sam's feet and the sound echoing through the hall. Sam froze, his shoulders drawn up and his teeth gritted until the noise stopped, when he immediately sunk to his knees to try and neaten up the fallen books and papers into a pile. Under his breath, he began to mumble "S-sorry, sorry..." just in case anyone nearby was listening. Samuel Another little nothing-ever-after, Nothing more