(Griffin, alive, human form. This takes place a year or so before his death.)
The room was dark, unlit save for a crack through the trap door above Griffin's head. He could hear something shatter upstairs. Then he could hear Elijah's frustrated cursing come to an abrupt stop. His gut plummeted as Eli and Knox's voices both lowered beyond his earshot. What was going on? What had Eli just broke? What was Knox saying to him? What, what, what? None of his questions, of course, were answered. They never were. Griffin backed away from the stairs and paced around the room. He'd memorised where the floor ended and stacks of books and magic wards began.