"Maybe," Penelope said looking worried nonetheless. It wasn't any more worry than she would normally would feel, but it still made for a great deal of discomfort. "I wonder what all this means," she said, really at a loss. "If it does mean anything at all."
The witch at the desk called #157, and Penelope noting that she had that number she stood up. "That's me. It was good to see you Harry. I hope we do meet again under better circumstances. Let me know if you figure out what's going on."