Giles turns on the spot, taking in every nook and cranny of the room he is in, trying to recall where he is and how he got there. He's found himself in a small, cozy sitting room of a sort, furnished with squashy armchairs just begging to be used as reading spots for any one of the books filling the cases that line one wall. The rugs are cushy, the pillows plump, the fireplace glowing and - unless the glorious smell and the steam rising from it deceive him - the pot on one of the spindly tables is full of tea.
There's a whisper of unease under the pervading sense of contentment he feels, and Giles listens to that whisper as if it were a shout. Giving the tea a look full of longing and distrust, he strides toward the nearest door, determined to figure out what is going on and why it is going on around him.
Before he can reach the door, however, it flies open and is just as quickly slammed shut, having disgorged a dark-haired woman into the room. She turns from the closed door, about to break into full sprint, and plows right into Giles, who stumbles, but manages to keep them both upright.
"Whoa, easy," he says, taking her gently by the shoulders in a steadying gesture. "What is it?"
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Giles turns on the spot, taking in every nook and cranny of the room he is in, trying to recall where he is and how he got there. He's found himself in a small, cozy sitting room of a sort, furnished with squashy armchairs just begging to be used as reading spots for any one of the books filling the cases that line one wall. The rugs are cushy, the pillows plump, the fireplace glowing and - unless the glorious smell and the steam rising from it deceive him - the pot on one of the spindly tables is full of tea.
There's a whisper of unease under the pervading sense of contentment he feels, and Giles listens to that whisper as if it were a shout. Giving the tea a look full of longing and distrust, he strides toward the nearest door, determined to figure out what is going on and why it is going on around him.
Before he can reach the door, however, it flies open and is just as quickly slammed shut, having disgorged a dark-haired woman into the room. She turns from the closed door, about to break into full sprint, and plows right into Giles, who stumbles, but manages to keep them both upright.
"Whoa, easy," he says, taking her gently by the shoulders in a steadying gesture. "What is it?"