Sirius patted the top of Ashley’s head and pulled Remus out the door. In his haste, the Animagus might have forgotten that magic existed. He could have summoned the presents with a flick of his wand. Although, Ashley guessed that he wanted fetch the presents himself. As brilliant of a wizard as he was, he preferred not to rely so heavily on magic. If he could do things without it, he would. This was another kind of rebellion, this time against himself. He had always been aware that he had a dark magic core, like Ashley, though he chose not to acknowledge it. Prejudice had done its job in making him believe that dark wizards would eventually turn evil along the way. He was fully convinced by Dumbledore’s nonsense, but obviously, all that changed when he found out the old wizard’s crimes against those he considered family. And with the added information that his beloved Bambi was a dark witch, herself, Sirius no longer held a grudge over dark-cored individuals. Alas, there was that saying, old habits die hard. Sirius was trying though, that was the important part.