If life were one big musical, I could sing and dance and no one would question me. If I were a disney princess, I could be guaranteed a happy ending. If I were a Hogwarts student, I could have magic to pass boredom. If life were a sitcom, I could have a constant laughable experience. Alas, I live in the real world and must live accordingly, but perhaps there is more to this life than it has already shown.
Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort as dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.