This morning you informed me that you will be accompanying your sister to Hogwarts on the morning of her 11th birthday, though you are only 7. And for a brief, time-lost moment my heart seized at the news, and I felt the weight of your absence; the silence of a sudden departure.Some days it is not easy to live within the glow of all of your magnificent light. But most days, oh, so very many days, I enter into the glow with you and bask in its lovely warmth. So, no, you may not go to Hogwarts with your sister. And, no, she may not go either. My heart will unleash you into this world soon enough. My fingers will learn to lessen their grip. But not at the tender ages of 7 and 11, dear one, and definitely not today.