Paranormals of Ilvermorny

Chapter 1

For all of you who only ever wanted a place to fit in and be accepted as yourself.
You are safe here.

Lorelei Raywood, of 211 Lovelace Ave, was proud to say that she was utterly paranormal, thank you very much. She was one of the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, but she frequented what most would call 'nonsense' daily.
Lorelei was a witch, a title she carries with pride, and attends Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A bright girl for her age, she had wild curly hair that she felt did not match her personality one bit, and rich brown eyes that complimented her skin tone that was darker than her mother's, yet lighter than her father's. She also inherited her father's slightly bulbous nose and mother's thinner lips, along with her oval face and slender build. Sitting at her favorite seat, by her bedroom window, Lorelei looks up from reading to notice that some of the leaves were starting to decay which meant the coming of fall and another year of learning. This time of year always reminded her of her first year at school, and with it how her life changed for the better.

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The air was warm and the sky was clear, a shade of blue Lorelei could still recall. Her family had insisted upon taking a well deserved summer vacation on the cape after her mother got a promotion. She had just turned eleven the September before, feeling a new wave of responsibilities she wanted to prove herself of that came with the new number. Amber Raywood had just gotten her daughter and herself hotdogs and large fries to share while her husband was on the hunt for some pizza. Busy dipping some fries in ketchup, Amber failed to notice her only child getting up and walking towards the low tide. It wasn't until the screaming of a group of older women caught her attention did she look up.
What she saw was her daughter surrounded by parted waves, and seagulls flying around her in a tornado like movement. Fueled with the adrenaline only a mother could possess, Amber took action running towards Lorelei and scooping her up and away from the food crazy birds. As soon as she stirred her daughter from whatever fog came over her, the gulls flew away and the water came splashing down on them, luckily only reaching Lorelei's waist.
When her husband came back, pizza slice in hand, Amber recounted the odd anomaly that almost cost them their child's life. Anyone told this would have believed them, especially with the hysteric look in their partner's eyes. But those wouldn't be the parents of Lorelei Raywood.
She remembers it very differently. After settling down with her hotdog and questioning if the substance put into it could be called 'meat', the sound of a gull's cry made her look up. Her eyes met that of a pristine white seagull, with impossibly smooth feathers and not a single speck of dirt or debris on it. What made her quietly gasp however was what the seabird was holding; an envelope as white as its plumage she would have missed it, if not for the ruby red stamp.
Getting up slowly, so as not to disturb the creature, Lorelei made her way out into the water where it stood. Step by step she made her way to the bird, never once realizing her foot never made contact with the cool water she clearly recalls splashing around in not an hour before. Soon enough she reached the gull and ever so slowly bent down to pull the letter from his beak, but didn't have to tug at all, simply receiving the milky envelope like it was meant for her and her alone. Looking the bird in the eye she tried to ask it questions through thought. Is this for me? Am I dreaming? Can you talk? All too soon however the enchanting moment was ripped from her, and so was she, as her mother scooped up her lithe body. Suddenly all of the water that was missing before came crashing back onto them and her mother trudged the two of them through the chilly sea back to the safety of land.
Later, Lorelei could vaguely hear her mother frantically tell her father what he missed and the danger she was in, but her attention was stuck on the soggy envelope in her hands. Wrapped in a big beach towel to dry off and sitting in her mom's lounge chair all she could think about was what the contents of the letter held. The sound of her father's deep voice trying to calm her mother down stirred her slightly of her reverie, not much, but enough to think about the incident and what she overheard her mother say.