Estelle being Estelle stood at the door with her eyes filled of curiosity. Magnus had called her a cat not only due to her flexibility as a thief but also how she always poke around mysteries even regarding him which are considered to be more frightening than anything.
She peeked her head to the room again, her bright golden eyes found the candlestick glaring light to many of the old paintings she had never seen before.
First she saw was obscure painting. She tried to focus on one of the painting only for her focus to be torn with the amounts of the paintings in the gallery. She tried searching for the picture of Magnus's mother finding none of them which made her quite sad.
"They aren't hung, Miss Estelle," Wednesday said in a hurry and walked toward a cabinet. "Master said to put it here as it ruins the aesthetic."
