Ilvermorny

Ilvermorny-Part One

It seems like the most unsuspecting day to find out your life is in danger. It is the end of summer and the sun is setting, creating beautiful shades of purple, pink, orange, and yellow in the sky. Trees are all over, and flowers are enjoying their time to bloom while it isn't snowing during this lovely summer in Massachusetts. I take full advantage of the warmth as well; I sit outside on my roof, enjoying the great weather. One could say that it's the perfect day.

Well, at least it was, until I spot a palm-sized owl flying through the sky. He seems like he is heading towards me, so I wave. Yes, I know how dumb that sounds. But it's just instinct, okay?

As I was saying, he flies right next to me. I don't really know what to do. But then I notice the envelope tied to its pencil-skinny leg.

"Oh, lemme help you there..." but then I saw that the envelope is addressed to me. Very, oddly, specifically.

To: Laurel Smith

Currently on the roof of her house against her mom's orders

But usually in the second room to the left upstairs

449 E. Bay Meadows St.

Tewksbury MA

"Oh. Um..." I climb back through my window, suddenly feeling guilty and exposed because of the letter. I sit on my bed and opened the envelope. It reads:

Dear Ms. Smith,

You have been accepted into Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will need to arrive in the forests of Mount Greylock, MA on August 4th, 2019 to be sorted into your House. Please come with your choice of a frog, cat, or toad, the collection of books listed below (volume one of each), two quills and ink, and ten pairs of clothing as well as five pairs of nightwear.

Books Required:

Potions by John Aaron

The Dark Arts by Christie Angela

A Magic History of the World by Loulou Johnson

Basic Magical Theory: An Introduction  by Joe Catton

Charms by Elisabeth Rue

An Introduction to Transfiguration by Emma Wales

Herbology for Young Wizards by Sadie Decon

Also, please stop sitting onto the roof. Magic can only sometimes save you, dear.

A wand will be provided after the Sorting Ceremony.

Headmaster Agilbert Fontaine

Headmistress Emaline Goode

So I'm mental. Or it's a prank. So what do I do? I yell, "CHARLIE? THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE! COME HERE!"

My older brother, Charlie, comes to my bedroom. "Yes, sissy?" He asked, using a fake baby voice. God, I don't know why he still does that. He's almost fourteen.

"Ugh. Really?" I show the letter to him.

His eyes widened. "Mom! Mom, c'mere! She's got it, mom!"

Suddenly, I hear my mom stumble up the stairs. "What?"
"Mom! Her Ilvermorny invitation!" She appeared at my door.

"She got it?" she asked Charlie.

"Yes, mom!" The two of them start jumping up and down. Then my mom notices the look of confusion on my face.

"Oh, sweetheart... Ilvermorny is the school you'll be going to this year, and hopefully many years to come." She played with a piece of my pale pink hair. "I know you don't understand this now, but you're a witch. You've been showing signs since you are a very young child... We've been expecting this."

I flop on my bed. "You mean, I'm a witch?" She nods. "Like, abracadabra?"

"Mhm. Well, not exactly... but also, yes."

"Like, magic?"

"Yes, sweetie. You're a witch."

"This isn't a prank?" I ask.

She sits down next to me. "No, sweetheart. This is not a prank. You're a witch. I know it's hard to understand, believe me. I was there. But you have to believe that we're being for real here, honey. Honest. But you're still young and innocent.

"Listen. You will start school in a week. Charlie will be going back."

"You mean he hasn't been going to some random boarding school?"

"He's been going to Ilvermorny. Once you are there, you'll be sorted into a House. It will be either Horned Serpent, Thunderbird, Wampus, or Pukwudgie. I was a Thunderbird, but whatever you are, I'll be proud of. Your brother is a Wampus, just by the way. Now, should we go shopping?"

"Yes!" I yell. What? I love back-to-school shopping. "But where?"

"Diagon Alley."