Paranormals of Ilvermorny

Chapter 3

    Ichabod Lane, secretly located behind a standard Muggle gift shop, has been the home and shopping plaza for many witches and wizards for centuries. As one of America's oldest magical neighborhoods it holds plenty of history for every age, from the old brick road to the beautiful architecture of the various shops, there is no wonder why this place is marked on many wizard's travel lists. One of the biggest tourist attractions is Jasper Linward's Wand Shop, where every young witch and wizard goes for their very first wand fitting, a sightly spot as it remains one of the first magic shops in North America. There are also vendors of sweet treats, clothing, potions, ingredients, animals, and news stands containing the latest issues of New York Ghost and Charmed. Another neighborhood is that of Steward Square, found in Adams Massachusetts, considered the highest grossing shopping district for any witch or wizard looking for some quality items.

    For a young girl of 15 there was nothing more exciting than streets full of interesting goodies; and when you happen to be of magical descent, the urge to spend was even stronger.  But the aggravated sigh that came from behind reminded her she was not here alone. Lorelei turned around to see her father struggle yet again with the heavy travel trunk.
    "Here dad, let me," she said, reaching into her backpack for her wand. Lorelei pulled out her 13 ¼ inch wand, made of aspen wood with a jobberknoll feather core, and pointed it at the luggage, spell in mind ready to ease the load for her father.
    "No, I can do this without your scepter, the way plenty of people have done for hundreds of years." He told her, straining his back as he tried to effortlessly walk past her down the road. Lorelei just shook her head at her father's anti-magic antics and put her wand back inside her bag.

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    Making their way through the streets, her father acting like the trunk weighed nothing when he was clearly struggling, Lorelei was enchanted to see all of her favorite shops and be surrounded by the magical community once again. For the few months she has to go home for break Lorelei gains a new love and respect for her school and friends, having to spend all summer and winter break at her non-magic home is the definition of boring. Even more so since her father banned any and all magic at home, with the exception of mastering a spell or potion to advance her grades. She was still told to wait until he was out of the house before she started practicing.

    Distractedly looking around at the business names she missed so much, Wings & Things Owlery, Everything Nice Candy Shop, and Deep Pot Potion Emporium, Lorelei collided with a sturdy figure that almost knocked her over. Trying to collect herself, she began to apologize to the witch or wizard she ran into. "I'm sorry, I got distracted by the–"
Lorelei looked to see her best friend Robin right before her, in all of her redheaded glory. A wide smile was spread across her lightly freckled face, ear to ear, encouraging Lorelei to form her own.

"By my big head, Lei?" Robin asked with faux seriousness, her hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised. Instead of responding verbally, Lorelei jumped onto her friend and crushed her in a warm hug. She smelled of ink, fire wood, and whatever she had for breakfast, a beautiful perfume that Lorelei wished she could bottle up and take with her whenever she needed the confidence Robin believed lived within her half-blood friend. Releasing her hold on the witch, Lorelei took a moment to look her friend over, trying to spot any new changes in the few months they spent without each other.

    Robin Opheliea Copper, of 3 ¼ Honey Pledge Corner, was just as much, if not more, paranormal than Lorelei. She lived with her mom and younger sister, Quinn, in their apartment above The Inkwell, a store located on Ichabod Lane that sells stationary items to most of the magical folks of Salem. The first time Lorelei stepped into the corner store she was amazed by the many quills, bottles of ink, and varying types of writing paper and envelopes. Her favorite spot was by far the corner where wax sticks made to melt and engraved seals were. She remembers there was a display of ruby red wax being melted over a small fire that was then poured onto a piece of parchment then stamped, leaving behind an engraving of a quill resting in an inkwell. The part that mesmerized Lorelei was that no human interference could be detected.
She tried, several times, to discreetly wave her hand above the tools looking for a string or fishing line only for none to be found. Lorelei stayed at the display for so long that it attracted the attention of one redheaded Lisa Copper, who kindly explained to the young girl how it worked, along with asking if she was starting school this year and that her daughter would also be  starting Ilvermorny in a few days and to look for her as she is a kind, agreeable girl who would love to be her friend.