Outskirts of New York State, at the Knox home.
Yellow and white light mingled together. Thanks to Jessica's meticulous care, the room was filled with beautiful little trees blooming with brilliant flowers, making it seem full of life. Several magazines lay scattered on the green marble coffee table in front of the sofa, and a copy of Breaking with the Death Eaters had been turned to the middle and was now lying face down on the couch.
Jessica, Ian, and Leonard's family sat at the long table at the other end of the hall, enjoying a simple dinner of salad, fried chicken, baked macaroni, and small pies... while on the television directly opposite their dining table, a rebroadcast of news related to Hogwarts was playing.
Allen Harris had just finished receiving the Centaurs' allegiance on television and was delivering his final speech.
"Those who keep saying 'each generation is worse than the last' should look at you the way I do. I look at you with envy. The wealth wizardkind has accumulated over thousands of years, all its knowledge, experience, wisdom, and art, are like gifts prepared especially for you. Magic is flourishing, culture is thriving, cities are prosperous, and the achievements of wizarding civilization have been opened layer by layer for you to enjoy to your hearts' content—to freely learn an incantation, to learn a craft...
If you still need the blessing of me and—tu—shu, then surge on, later waves! We are in the same surging river..."
"I even used to say proudly in front of Allen that Ilvermorny was the best magic school in the world..." Jessica swallowed a mouthful of salad, crunching the vegetables as she chewed, and said with some longing, "A magic school floating in the air, keeping company with flowing winds and drifting clouds—just