The sneeze, slight as it was, was aimed in the perfect direction to disturb a book most precariously resting on top of a lopsided pile of books that have yet to make their way to their homes upon the shelf. After few moments of teetering on the edge as students and Professors alike exchanged greetings, the green tome finally made it’s descent.

THUD.

A sound rivaling that of the Professor’s resounded as the book hit the floor. The Mysteries of Mirrors by Oyna Anyo can be read in gold lettering against the emerald.

And is that a piece of weathered parchment sticking out from the bottom?