“Change.. how people come and go, the things you thought you knew. I’m not really sure.”
“I think at this point, I haven’t had anything concrete enough in my life to not expect it to change. Kind of like these leaves. I just expect them to change every season, every year.” Harry twiddles his holly wand between his knuckles in thought before choosing his next words. “And—uh, well, if we never changed, I think we wouldn’t be able to grow into something better — for tomorrow.”