sanguine ⏩ sirius black

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IT WAS THE 1ST OF SEPTEMBER, 1972 and the life of a young Farrah Alexandria MacMillan was about to change forever, that is, if she would agree to get on the train.

Just three months ago, after her eleventh birthday, Farrah was visited by a tall, aging man with a long snow-white beard and light blue eyes that twinkled behind crescent-shaped glasses. It started out like a normal Saturday, one that seemed to be like any other Saturday, until a knock interrupted the show that Farrah, her parents and her older brother, Asher, were watching.

Her mother, with flowing dark hair and shining green eyes, opened the door and when the man stated his business, she offered him a cup of tea.

"You," the man, Professor Albus Dumbledore, said as his gaze turned to Farrah, "Are a witch."

Farrah pouted, turning her gaze to Asher, "I thought you said the word was bi-"

"Woah, woah," Asher cut across, "How do we even know he's telling the truth about this magic stuff? Seems pretty sketchy to me."

Dumbledore merely smiled, before he pulled out a stick from the pocket of his robes. The man waved it and spontaneously, the table around which they were sitting turned into a heap of puppies.

"Oh my god, can we keep them?" Farrah squealed in excitement, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the small animals.

Dumbledore winked at the young girl and waved his wand once again, turning the puppies back into the kitchen table. Slightly disappointed that the puppies were gone but all the same mesmerized by the prospect of magic, Farrah asked eagerly, "When do I get my wand? When do I get to do magic?"

"All in good time, my child," the wizard said before standing, "I am afraid that I must leave you at this time but I thank you for the hospitality. The tea was wonderful."

"It was nothing, Mr. Dumbledore," Farrah's father said, still staring at the Hogwarts' acceptance letter that they had been presented with at the beginning of the conversation. It should not have been a surprise to them, as it was true that unexplainable things often happened around Farrah, but the idea that magic was actually real and that wizards and witches lived among them was mind-blowing.

Dumbledore departed from the MacMillan's suburban home in Belfast, Ireland, leaving them with a big choice to make.

Do they send Farrah to Hogwarts?

The ebony-haired girl would eavesdrop in anxiety, waiting to hear whatever her parents had to say about Hogwarts. Yes, they wanted her to have as much opportunities as possible but were they ready to send their only daughter to a boarding school in London?

Exactly three weeks after Dumbledore's visit, the parents called a family meeting to discuss their decision.

"We have decided," her father started, his soft hazel eyes that she had inherited from him staring at her warmly, "That you should make this choice on your own."

"What?" Farrah said, astonished.

"Well, you are the one that will have to live with it," her mother added, a smile on her face, "We feel that you are at the level of maturity where you can make certain decisions by yourself and we feel like this should be one of them."

While the girl was elated that her parents had that much trust in her and her abilities to make the correct choices, she was also wary. How was she supposed to know what to do?

"I think that you should go," Asher offered, causing everyone to look at him.

"You do?" Farrah asked.

The twenty-one year old nodded, "Yeah, you should. I feel like if you don't, you'll regret it."

"But," the girl said, "That means I'll have to be away from you guys for a long time."