Dripping wet, you opened the door to the library, a gift bag clutched behind you knowing that your rival Astor, was tucked away here like on most rainy days.

It was his birthday and no one knew

But you did. And you wanted to fuck with his head a little

You spotted him a corner lounging on an armchair as he lazily sipped his coffee and turned the page of a tattered copy of 'The Picture Of Dorian Gray', a small black cat dozing on his knee