the plains of africa whisper and rustle shaking out the ancestors in the fields elder magic rising from the dust and dirt "you shall never -" tell us, draco, where do we turn where will be go without your guidance? your presence was one of extraordinary measures as graceful as a dragon's steps, fueled by an inner fire - but you would smile, that twinkle in your eye that meets mine and you'd nod your head up. "to the stars. we've all the time in the world, lass."
In memory of Sir Sean Connery. Rest in the stars, sir.