Ah, the gilded age of 17. James and Margot's futures are bright, promising… and terrifyingly imminent. Their final years at Hogwarts have been passing in a blur of Quidditch-school-friends-more Quidditch just to keep up with it all, and only now  you're saying that it's fine to slow down and… live a little? ...take a nap? ...flirt? Please hold for yet another existential crisis.