OK, left field I know, particularly since I dont think I’ve seen a Harry Potter movie since that one with the redheaded Weasleys in the field. Oh, whatever. The point is I’ve not been paying attention. But I caught the last 20 minutes of the final episode yesterday, and I admit I had a teensy lump in my throat when it all wrapped up. Not because of the film, which was blustery and loud and impressive, as far as I could tell. But because of all those kids; they’ve been on an unprecedented and completely incomparable journey of lifetime and now it’s over. I wonder how you ever get over something like that and move on with your life?