Penelope originally had multiple ideas of how a witch's home might look like but this, this was well over the brim.
Rather than a house, it resembled an old abandoned building.
Dust and dirt rimmed off its walls and over the floors.
Few webs could be seen over the heavy chandelier which hung closely to the high ceiling.
A grand two way stair akin to the kind built in medieval ages laid in front, a heavy metal case by each sides.
The clinging sound from the witch's high heels echoed through the quiet building as she walked towards the right side of the stairs, clearly un-bothered by the unsightly atmosphere.
"Are your feet glued to the ground"
She muttered halfway up the stairs and quickly, Penelope who had just stood still all this while followed along, while dragging her bag suit.
