'She lived amidst words/Surrounded by adjectives/In green fields of verbs/Some force you to yield/But she with soft art/Passed through my hard shield/And into my heart'
That's the real goodbye. Love Rupert, like a big brother. After a few decades I'll be old and drunk all day and a new series of HP films will be in cinema. I can bitch about that 'till I'm old enough to die. That's such a sweet thing. Please do it movie industry.