Snippet #1659798

October 15, 1943

Abegail walked quickly down the halls. Her arms were full of books and her briefcase was in her hand. The halls were empty. At this time of night Abegail was sure the campus was empty.

Abegail awkwardly opened the door to her office. She dropped the books on her desk and tossed the briefcase on her chair.

"I need a bevvie", she thought. She scowled a the cold up of coffee on her desk. When did she put that there? This morning, after her first lecture. Had it really been that long of day?

Abegail sighed and opened her lower drawer. She looked over and kicked her office door closed. Placing the briefcase on the floor, she reached into the drawer with the other hand. Scotch, her guilty pleasure. A good one too.

She poured a healthy two fingers into a semi clean glass and sat back in her chair. If she didn't have to deal with all these students it would be so much better.

Opening the book on the top of the pile she started to read. Abegail sipped her scotch as she poured over the text.

So many theories on the myth of the Holy Grail. So many versions, so many people searching for it. Whole organizations who make it their lifes mission to protect or look for the Grail.

"Bloody over romanticized it what it is", Abegail scowled at the book. The latest version of King Arthur and his quest for the grail. Nothing factual, all drivel.

She downed the rest of her glass and opened the next book. It was going to be a long night.