Cursed Mistress Cornwell II

Aurelia sensed Mistress Cornwell desperately needed the broomstick to hold it tightly without any sign of giving it back. She wasn't a fool but looking at Mistress Cornwell, she could tell the lady was either sick or cursed.

How could she be a fool to dare give the devil his demon whip which she has securely in her hand. A sly grin appeared on the corners of Aurelia's lips as she stared at the lady who was watching her with keen interest.

" You want your broomstick? Then bring me out of this illusion," Aurelia said. She felt brave instantly as the fences of fear and anxiety melted in a few seconds. Being in possession of such valuables was the best solution to her problem and she knows exactly how to hit the nail on its head.

The ugly looking version of Mistress Cornwell glared at Aurelia with a smug on her face. " Do you think I would obey you because of that mere broomstick? You must be nuts."