The young filly turned her eyes back up and she opened the drawer with the least amount of sound she could possibly make. The journal was placed back inside of it as soon as the hole was big enough. Sweetie could only pray that it laid in the right position as it was found in. But knowing her sister's ordering manner, it must have been the very middle of the middle within it. And that was what she tried to achieve. Soon afterwards would she have closed the drawer again and had one last look over to the posterbed of her sister. After that she just wanted to leave the room as a whole.