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"Feels like it, though." Him dying and all. "Or... y'know, at least... feels like the Hogwarts part of you is dying. Soon you're gonna be off in the real world doing real world things and being an adult and growing up and what if the world tears up the person you are now? That good heart of yours?" She accentuated her statement with a poke to his chest and continued speaking entirely too fast, "What if they fill it with sadness and anger and all sorts of thing that cloud this version of you that I love so much? You're always fun and optimistic and happy and cheerful and adulthood does stuff to people. It does."
Wordlessly but gratefully she accepted the bowtie and tried to put it on, but she didn't know what she was doing and didn't find success. "I mean, I think change is kinda inevitable, but I don't want the world to accidentally change all the good parts of you." She paused briefly, pressing her lips together with a thoughtful gaze before adding softly, "I think... I think m'nervous to not be there to mess with you not just for my own entertainment, but 'cause I'm worried you're gonna go grow up on me and become a boring grown-up and not be my Mo." The one who played with her and went for runs with her and did homework with her and gave her piggy back rides and braided and pulled her hair and dressed up like royalty with her and threw her birthday parties and always knew how to cheer her up when she was sad and was the big brother she never had.
There may have been a little lip-wibbling, but she tried to put on a brave face despite her worries.
Those were... surprisingly sweet and realistic concerns that little Sophie had, and Mo continued to sort as he considered it. Would he change? Probably. Maybe in tiny ways, like his favorite pizza topping would change or he'd start wearing vests more often. Maybe in big ways, like he'd treat people differently or stop being able to find the silver lining in every cloud. But everyone changed. Even Sophie would change.
"Change is inevitable. I could stay with you and change completely. But some things are set for life. What I value, who I value, and who I am at my core... those won't change." Mo banished some dust and broken quill bits at the bottom of his bag before moving on to the pockets. "We'll owl. I have to go. I want to... be part of the world. Get my pictures published, find out if I'm good enough for professional Quidditch, learn how to cook souffle or something." He would owl.