[center]A small box filled with an assortment of tea bags sat precariously on the dusty surface of the mahogany table in the old, frigid study. A few empty packages were scattered along side the box. Accompanying the box was a stack of old books, hard cover and full of thick yellowish pages. A soft, ethereal chuckle echoed from the corners of the study as another cup of tea poured itself from a steaming kettle, which somehow stayed hot in spite of the cold air. With one book finished, the slender fingers of a gloved hand set the finished tome down on the table and picked up another, bringing it into the seat along with the refilled teacup. The faint smell of earl grey wafted out from under the study door and into the hall.[/center]