The meeting
Sansa was shocked and dropped her glass of water. It smashed on to the floor into pieces. The Water drenching her socks. Robin started to giggle pointing at her. He asked “why did you do drop your glass? How come you have a sweaty clothes? And why do you have a bruise on your head? Sansa still in shock tried to clean up the mess ignoring Robin’s questions. She could tell he was getting frustrated getting ignored, She stood up giving Robin a forced smile. “Good morning Robin” she replied. Sansa looked towards the lounge and noticed that her Aunt was giving her a hard cold stare. As the Stranger was as well facing her, it was a man. With amusement in his eyes and a smile. “Hurry up and get changed Sansa we have a guest” her Aunt lysa ordered her. Sansa snapping out of a daydream while looking at the stranger. She quickly cleaned up the rest of the mess and tidied herself up.
Walking back into the lounge Sansa has changed into a more suitable causal outfit. Wearing black skinny jeans with a Navy blue t-shirt that was to big she had to tuck into her jeans, only letting some fall out onto her pants. She sat herself down on to one of the couches facing the man. He wore clothes that something a hipster would wear, and had red bow tie at his neck. He is tall and a lanky man. His eyes looked like they were old as if they lived multiple lives, but is face was young. He had creases besides his eyes as if they were smiling, hiding away the truth. His hair was a dark brown, long just passing his eyebrow and ears. Sansa didn’t realize that the man was watching her observe him. Sansa looked towards Aunt Lysa waiting for an introduction, but before she could utter a sound. He took out his hand shaking Sansa’s very aggressively but he seemed highly excited to introduce himself.
“I am the Doctor” he rambled speaking so fast it flew pass Sansa’s ears. “The what?” Sansa replied not realizing how rude it sounded, and was nudge by her Aunt. “Be polite girl, honestly where do you get those dreadful manners. Must be from your mother” she snickered. “I’m the doctor, well not actually ‘The doctor’, but I usually just go by Doctor” he blabbered looking towards Sansa observing her every move. “I am Sa” He cut her off, “I know exactly who you are, you’re Sansa Stark”. She looked at him confused not knowing how he could possible know her. He caught on to her being confused “I use to be very close to your Parents both of them, I was there on the day you were born. A chatty one you were” he mumbled that last sentence. Sansa simple ignored it surprised that he knew her parents.
“Doctor, how are you associated with my parents? I never heard of you before but my parents never had many friends at all” she explained. He looked at her as though he was thinking of what to say, “I wasn’t exactly a friend I was their headmaster at their school, when they were young” he said. “I am sorry Doctor but that is simply impossible you must be at least be fifty when my parents went to school, you don’t look a day over thirty” she proclaimed. He smiled and said with the softest voice “I’m way older than you think, Sansa” She looked at him out of curiosity wondering what he meant. “I was talking to your Aunt about taking you into my school. I have suggested it since you turned eleven, But your aunt refused” he explained glancing towards Lysa. She sat silently not uttering a word, but Sansa could sense she was holding back her rage. “But due to the circumstances you are now Six teen and since you have had no schooling, I must make you attend my school by law” he said. “And what school?, will that be, Doctor?” she asked. He stared into her “The one your very parents attended. You will be attending Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. You are a witch, Sansa”.