There were moments, even now, even after more than a decade in the Wizarding World, where she felt that old leap of joy in her heart; that soaring, floating feeling from when she’d first learned that magic was real. That the world really was bigger than it seemed, and that she, yes, she, was welcome to it. That the only thing standing between her and all the magics she’d ever dreamt of was her own willingness to learn, and try, and sometimes fail, and learn again. The world was out there, ready for her to study it: ready for her to make it her own.