The key got placed in the locked drawer and turned it open as the mare pulled it back with a hoof. Her eyes fell upon the journal which she cherished ever so much. But it could be her death if it ever fell on the hooves of anypony else. The journal got surrounded by the aura before it left the drawer it so faithfully rested in. The drawer itself then got again locked and the key levitated back to its original hiding spot under the pillow.