Your Love Is Like Magic(a Paul Lahote Love Story)

Chapter 1: Adoption Day

Chapter 1: Adoption Day

            “Electra, sweetie! Come down for a minute there’s someone here to see you!” Margaret- the lady who runs the orphanage I live in- called from the main floor. “Coming!” I answered, quickly opening my door and bounding down the staircase. When I got downstairs I saw a pair of beautiful people standing in the entryway. One was a man and the other was a women. The man looked to be in his late twenties and had light blonde hair, enchanting caramel coloured eyes and the kindest smile I’ve ever seen. The women- who I assumed was his wife- looked to be about the same age as him and had chocolate brown hair, the same caramel coloured eyes and very warm, loving smile, it was one that I’ve seen mothers have when she looked at her children. “Hello.” I greeted them, looking down at myself, making sure I was dressed all right for this kind of event.

             I wore a pair of semi-torn black shorts with a crop top that had the British flag covering the front of it and black tassels that revealed the black tank top that covered my pale stomach. My small feet were hidden inside plaid, red, black and silver, thin heeled boots that made my normal 5 ‘7’ figure three inches higher and I had a black and silver ring with vines weaving within the frame on my left hand. I think I look good enough. I silently approved. The man took a step towards me, holding out his hand and said, “Hello my name is Carlisle Cullen and this is my wife Esme.” I smiled at the pair. “Hi, I’m Electra, but you can call me Ellie if you want.” I took his hand in my own and shook it. “Its nice to meet you.” I greeted, the smile never leaving my face. I rather liked these two; they seemed like good people. “Electra, the Cullens are here to adopted you.” Margaret told me. I looked at them in astonishment. Normally people who were adopting wanted younger kids not teenagers. “Really?” I breathed. They just nodded and Esme suggested that her and I go get my things together while Carlisle and Margaret got all the paperwork taken care of.

            I raced up the large staircase, Esme hot on my heels, giggling as she went. “Slow down! There’s no rush.” She called after me. Once in my room I grabbed the only bag that I had- it was my Dr. Who messenger bag that my teacher Michael had given me for my fourteenth birthday, putting an extension charm on it so I could fit everything in it.

            I should probably explain the whole extension charm thing. Michael is a Warlock, actually to be more specific, a High Warlock, meaning he is very powerful. I, despite being sixteen (or I will be in three months to the day), am a Grand Witch, so basically I am a very powerful Witch and that is supposed to be extremely rare for Witches my age. Michael is my tutor in both Mortal and Magic studies; He is a great guy and teacher, I have really learned a lot from him.

            I packed my exceedingly large book collection, my writing journals, pencils, Ipod, skull headphones, and my five cameras, all of which were from a different generation of camera. I didn’t have any clothes that I wanted to take with me since most the things I wore were given to the other children so they could use them, and my trainging uniforms have seemed to disappear on me. I grabbed the collection of collages, photo albums and posters of pictures that I have taken and slid them carefully into the bag before giving the room one last sweep, making sure I didn’t forget anything important. I checked to see if my phone was still in my pocket; it was. “Ready?” Esme asked from where she stood in the entryway of my room. I nodded and said, “Lets go.” She laughed at my eagerness and led the way down the stairs to where Carlisle and Margaret were waiting for us to return. “Alright Electra, be good and I hope you will be happy with your new family.” Margaret gave me a hug and then left us alone. “Come on, let’s go home.” Carlisle advocated, holding the front door open for Esme and I. We got into Carlisle’s black car (I don’t know what kind of car he drives), and left the orphanage, letting it skink as we drove farther and farther away.

I watched as the scenery of large green trees passed my window, leaning my head up against the glass. “Thank you.” I yawned, covering my mouth with one of my long fingered hands. “You do not need to thank us Ellie… You are family now and there is nothing we wouldn’t do for family.” Carlisle started looking back at me in the rear-view mirror. I just smiled at the thought of having a family again, and closed my eyes, letting myself slip into a long awaited slumber.