Witch hunter- part 2

Both Bathsheba and Damien stood behind the wall which connected the door. Listening to what the man and Penny were speaking about. 

Gingerly, her hands went to hold the cloth which looked like a kerchief that would have belonged to a woman. Penny wasn't judging but did black witches us kerchiefs? It rather not only sounded strange in her mind but it also seemed to be an odd thing for a black witch to do. 

Bathsheba had told her that she didn't recognize the man but the man insisted that they had met and this was hers. As her hand clenched on the cloth, she noticed the way the man stared at her. A smile upon his face as she stared back at him in a look of innocence. For Penny acting out the scene was something, she could have done in her dreams too. Her talent was not a waste.