Gemotions

"Bored, bored, bored!" Leo muttered, flinging himself dramatically onto the Persian rug in the living room. The sheer newness of the house, the sterile order of it all, was beginning to grate. A yawn stretched across his face, then morphed into a wide, mischievous grin.

He began by poking every loose brick in the fireplace. Finding nothing, he moved onto the wall behind the coat rack, giving it a hearty shove. It didn't budge. He giggled, a tiny sound of pure glee.

Suddenly, a loud clang reverberated from behind a dusty old tapestry in the dining room. He tore it down, revealing a small, iron door. A whoop escaped his lips as he swung the door open, ready for whatever lay within.