“How long have you been a camper?”
Molly sits back, leaning against the steps, freckled face smiling in thought. “Four years now. Hard to believe I’m leaving.” She’s seventeen, so this is her last year as a camper.
“And how long have you been reading Harry Potter?”
“My mom started reading them to me when I was five.” She’s leaving camp early, to head to the midnight premiere of the last movie.
“Then today, two of the biggest parts of your childhood are coming to a close.”
She swallows, and I see she’s fighting tears.
I smile comfortably at her, and she replies in kind. “They’re not really ending, though,” I tell her. “Today just marks the last page of this chapter. You’re bringing everything you’ve learned—here, and from Harry—with you into the rest of your life. It’s time to open the next chapter, and move forward into your tomorrows.”
Her smile is an honest one, now, full of hope.
“When you drive out that gate in a few hours, remember that you’re not leaving this place behind. You’re bringing it with you into the rest of the world.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, and hugs me. “Thank you.”