It was a late Friday afternoon when Greg got off the bus downtown. People were huddled under their raincoats and umbrellas as rain poured down from above from some most bothersome clouds. The city library stood before the young boy with a welcoming feel to it. Through the clear glass windows of the first floor he could see people happily reading books and walking about in the dry and warm rooms. Along the back were a few people speedily typing up essays on the computers and a few simply performing research.

Greg entered the building and found himself being quieter than usual. Libraries were odd that way. Even the nosiest of people will find themselves silenced in the presence of librarians and books. He wandered about for only a few minutes before finding the book he was searching for. Sam Barrie had recommended it to him a few weeks ago but he had only now managed to find the time to get it.

Approaching the front desk he placed in the book down. A librarian stood on the other side. Her auburn hair was tied back into a neat bun and her eyes were accompanied by a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. Everything about her appearance spoke: 'Librarian'.

"Just checking out this one book," Greg said cheerily.

The librarian was very calm but looked somewhat disapproving at the idea of only bringing home one work of literature. As she glanced down at the book her eyes widened to an unbelievable size in surprise but she quickly returned her expression to its normal calm. "I'm sorry, sir, but this book is currently on hold. One of our volunteers must have accidentally placed it on the shelf. I hope that it is not too much of an inconvenience."

Greg frowned but nodded in understanding. "It's alright. Not like it's a school book or anything. Fictional characters'll have to wait."

One could almost see a twinkle in the librarian's eye at his statement but this, like the look of surprise, quickly passed. "Try coming back in a few weeks."

He gave a slight smile and then turned to leave the library. What Greg did not see was the librarian quietly -for this is the way librarians do everything- taking the book into a back room which -of course- lead to a much longer passageway. She quickened her pace until she came to a room with a blazing fire in the back wall. With one last glance at the book she scowled before tossing it into the flames.

"Evil Librarians! Smedries cirtainly know how to get on our bad side," she grumbled, returning to the front desk.