Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 388: Discoveries in the basement.

Having come to terms, the two women got down to business immediately, aunt Maureen suggested that perhaps there were clues among her father’s belongings which was where they had to start. Over the years, she would come by whenever she had the chance and rummage through some of the things in the basement.

She had looked over them with keen eyes, hoping that there was a piece of paper, a magic artifact, a book...anything really that could help guide her search, but she had found nothing so far.

It was like digging for a well in a desert, Maureen figured that maybe Phoebe could find something that she had missed.

It was very late in the night, around 2:00am to be specific but none of them was ready to go to bed.

"Don’t you have work tomorrow? We can do this some other time if you want to." Came aunt Maureen’s calm voice, her hands played with a short stick which she announced was a magical wand, something Phoebe had not seen before. The more she waved it, the more it sparked.

"Is this a wand...like magic wand?" Phoebe’s eyes sparked like the wand.

Maureen nodded, "Every guardian has one, they are created by spellweavers."

Phoebe almost drooled, wishing she could snatch it and try it out, but she was not a guardian and the wand, she figured only responded to its owner.

"You have a magic space, stop drooling over a stick." Connie projected into Phoebe’s mind. She turned to the Saxon spirit and added, "Our space is so much cooler than the stick, right?"

The spirit did not care much about the wand and more about what Maureen was using it for, she was unlocking the magic which bound the artifacts.

"I suspected that it was her that tampered with the magic in this place, but I did not want to assume without evidence. It looks like I was not wrong, your aunt is talented. Phoebe you should pay attention and acquire her skills; they will be useful for you." It voiced quietly.

Phoebe listened while looking around, her hands found an ancient broom black broom, it seemed too worn out to sweep anything.

"This seems useless." She shoved it to the side, and it fell to the ground.

"Only if you do not know it’s real purpose, that is a magical broomstick, it’s used by witches to fly and sweep away the magic of evil talismans." Aunt Maureen explained. "It was a method used a very long time ago, before the witch hunts. These days, we don’t need brooms to fly, we have private jets for that." she smirked.

The spirit nodded, a smile tugged on its lips. Normally it did all the explaining but this time aunt Maureen beat her to it, and she even added humor to her explanations.

Maureen saw that Phoebe’s eyes were as round as saucers and she laughed, her niece truly had so little knowledge on the world of magic and the supernatural. Then again, she only dealt with ghosts, so it was not surprising that everything else was new to her.

"Judging from your expression you must have thought that witches flying is a myth. You have probably seen movies where witches with long noses and pointed hats in long robes fly across the moon while cackling at night. It’s not always like that, trust me but it’s also not totally wrong. Since you are from a witch’s bloodline you can try it."

Phoebe picked up the broom eagerly, forgetting the reason why they were searching in the first place. Aunt Maureen gave her instructions of how to wake the broom with a spell.

"Now sit on it and transfer your energy into the broom, do not forget to make a connection with it, you need to be in sync as if you are driving a car. Remember to maintain your balance as you clutch onto it, then order it to fly."

Phoebe whose eyes had been closed this whole time opened them only to find herself hovering in space. She was not so high up, simply levitating a few feet from the ground, it was exhilarating as minor of an achievement as it was.

"Oh, my goodness! I am flying! look at me aunt, look, look." She called out like an eager child and let go of the handle to spread her arms out like a dare devil only to fall, luckily the spirit caught her right on time.

Laughter bubbled collectively; the loudest laugh came from Connie who found the entire thing to be extremely amusing. The teenager was already planning to steal the broom and take it on a ride.

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Aunt Maureen was recording with her phone, she knew how much her brother regretted missing out on many of Phoebe’s firsts. This was a first too, the first time she was flying.

"Are you alright Pheebs? You were supposed to steer the broom in whatever direction chose you wanted it to go, after connecting with it, your mind becomes one....." Aunt Maureen was interjected by Phoebe who waved her hand strongly.

"Thank you but no, save the broom flying lessons aunt, I am not using that thing ever again, sitting on it sucks."

Phoebe wiped beads of sweat from the top of her brows, what would become of her if she went flying and the spirit was not there to catch her? She shook her head to extinguish the images of her lying there with broken legs and arms. One plunge down when she was forced to death by Ruth was enough.

"Ha-ha alright but you need as much information as possible, you can never know when a magical broomstick might save your life." Aunt Maureen helped Phoebe to her feet.

Phoebe nodded absent mindlessly and pointed at a large vintage wooden box, it was black in color. "What is in there?" She asked curiously.

Narrowing her eyes, aunt Maureen quickly glanced to where Phoebe’s index finger was pointing and pulled her eyes away. "Probably some old photos, you should check and see. Although I have to inform you beforehand that your father was not a cute baby, he only got finer as he grew." A sly smile curled up her lips.

Most of the old boxes she had rifled through always had the same thing, old business documents and photo albums of the Mayfair’s.

Brushing off her words with a smile, Phoebe went on to open it. The first thing on top was a green woolen cloak, from its texture and appearance, Phoebe could tell that it was not made in the recent years.

"Did this belong to grandpa as well? It looks to be so old fashioned even for him." She pulled out in a display motion such that her aunt could see it.

Aunt Maureen dropped the forgotten letters that she had been reading and scurried towards Phoebe. "That cannot be what I think it is!" She chimed; her eyes alighted with a smile as she continued to study it.

"It’s exactly what you think it is although I am sure that there are better ones at the academy of late." The spirit confirmed aunt Maureen’s suspicions.

Phoebe was lost, nobody was sharing what the cloak was, and she was dying of curiosity.

Connie could not take the suspense anymore, so she stamped her foot. "Just tell us what is instead of talking in parables." Her voice was as loud as it was demanding, mirroring Phoebe’s exact feelings in that moment.

"It’s an invisibility cloak." Aunt Maureen responded.