Let me first say what a pleasure it is to be writing you. When Mary told me that you and a student at Sonora may like to speak with me about my experiences as a veela and raising a half-veela daughter and son, I could hardly express myself. I sincerely wish someone had been there for me when I was growing into adulthood. This student is lucky to have you.
My mother was a veela and one more prone to the violent side of our kind. I never knew my father and have nothing of him to reach out. My mother left when I was very young, however, and I was raised by an adoptive family who knew about my bloodline and did their best to help. There were challenges there, and I struggled during my adolescence. I didn't know how to control what I was, or what exactly that really meant anyway.
It's a bit like being a young witch, I think. You are trying to learn to control your magic, but aren't exactly sure what magic feels like yet. Was that you that made the pages flutter, or did someone leave a window open? It's a very similar feeling, but more subtle.
When I graduated from Ilvermorney, I began working with a non-profit organization dedicated to relations between non-magical, magical, and magical creature beings. I met my husband there, Howard. He was a mechanic and worked on our machinery and vehicles, as well as volunteering his time where possible. His mother was a witch, so he was a half-blood squib technically.
We married and had two children, Peter and Petra. Petra's veela side is more evident than Peter's, as is normal for boys and girls, but they are thick as thieves and provided my husband and me with such joy over our years together. Howard passed away of cancer, a muggle disease, during the twins' sixth year at Ilvermorney, just two years ago. It was a difficult adjustment but sharing our grief made it better and we've continued to volunteer for the organization that brought us all together.
All that to say that it would be my pleasure to assist you or your student however I can, and I'm sure my children would be as well. I know well the struggle of not knowing what to do, both as a veela myself and as the caregiver of a half-veela young girl.
I eagerly await your owl, and hope to meet you soon,