"Good thought, Mr. Selwyn!" Minty replied. She followed him, box still in hand, into the hallway. It was a challenge to be holding a wooden box around, especially when you've never held a dumbbell in your life. Her dress and long gloves didn't help either. Still, Minty didn't complain in spite of the burning feeling to her biceps and triceps.

They reached a hallway, where there were indeed photographs and paintings. "Look, Mr. Selwyn!" She said and raised her chin towards a painting of three young and dark haired girls. "That one kind of looks like the one in the photograph!" She was sitting on the left and wore a blue robe, which didn't surprise Minty. This family seemed the sort to divorce anything Muggle unless they had to, for society's sake.