Behind Uncle Renwald, the fireplace crackled, flames licking and biting ravenously at a fresh batch of logs. In past the thick smell of the wooden shelves seemed inviting, but even that didn't ease his sudden distaste for the room. The air had turned sour, the books unwelcoming. His uncle's silence endured as he ruffled through a particularly messy stack of papers on his neatly kept desk. When Uncle Renwald finally found the folder amidst the papers, he slid it to Leo, a warm albeit completely foreign smile on his face.