Penny closed the pocket watch shut. Putting it back in the pocket of her dress which was the late lady's, his mother's dress. Most of the dresses were long as his mother was taller than Penny but it was manageable. Dresses didn't often come with pockets but these were customized for her own use.
There were often times she wondered about the lady, wondering what kind of woman she actually was. If she was the same person who people perceived through their eyes or if there was something more to the surface of what people assumed to be.
"I should get going," said Penny, taking a last look around the room which was supposed to be a hidden, hideout place for all witchcrafts that had been stored for years now, "Do you think I could take this with me?" asked Penny for the young girl to smile.
"Unfortunately, no. It is a classified document," the girl looked at Penny with an awkward expression as if it was hard to refuse her.
