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16c54be9c515452 is a 21 year old (DOB: April 11, 1997) witch. She wields a 11¾" Rowan, Dragon Heartstring wand, and is a member of the unsorted masses of Hogwarts students just off the train eagerly crowding around the Sorting Hat.

About Me

Ira Sage

A slight, but quixotic, young lass,
with no known family, and a particular interest in the musical arts, botany, and astronomy.


Remember: you are not the skin that you were born into,
but something tenfold, a thousand leagues deeper than that.

At first, she was just a sound. A gentle sort of laughter that mingled with the summer breeze and the quiet pitter patter of a stuttering heart the size of a strawberry. Peering about the glen, the shepherd and his wife found the wee naked babe, swaddled amongst the wild sage, under the light shade of a rowan tree. When the shepherd's wife gathered the child in her arms, the babe let out an absurd, charming, little laugh and whatever uncertainty the woman had about the child, vanished. For seven years, the two cared for the girl as if she were their very own.

Bashful and inquisitive, with an infinite supply of enthusiasm, they encouraged her in all of her endeavors - in her exploration of the roaming hills beside their quiet home, her study of music and the stars, and her endless pursuit of the mind. However, it was not long after her seventh year when famine struck all of the surrounding towns. Though they loved her dearly, the shepherd and his wife were unable to provide for the girl any longer.

It was a cold, wintry morning when she was delivered to St. Mary's Home for Girls, a looming building, comprised of bleak bricks, dour faces and tight, gripping ivy. Wisps of hot breath swirled about her face and the sharp frost of the biting air held firmly to her bones. It would never feel like home, but it would offer shelter, sustenance, something of an education, and good company in the form of another girl named Daena.

Years later, as the two girls were leaving behind King's Cross Station, she could only peer out the window into the hazy autumn fog, imagining her humble beginnings -
as well as what was yet to come.